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UNDER  THE  APPOINTMENT 

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PHILADELPHIAN  ASSOCIATION. 

By  SAMUEL  JONES,  D.  D. 

AND 

BURGISS  ALLISON,    A.  M. 

rOUUTH    EDITION. 


PHILADELPHIAr: 

I'RINTBD'  FOR    THEOPHILUS   HAHIUS^ 

By  Joseph  Rakestrav:, 
1819. 


.Entered  according  to  Law, 


PREFACE. 


1.  IT  is  thought  the  following  notes  may  be  suf- 
ficient. 

2.  The  letters,  J.  and  A.  are  the  initials  of  the 
respective  selecters,  Jones  and  Allison. 

3.  It  is  not  designed  that  those  Hymns  appoint- 
ed to  be  sung  at  the  opening  of  public  worship,  be- 
fore sermon,  and  after  sermon,  should  be  invaria- 
bly used  on  those  occasions  only ;  but  every  one  is 
•left  to  his  own  discretion. 

4.  Notwithstanding  the  Hymns  in  the  latter  part 
of  the  Book  are  principally  designed  for  private  use, 
yet  they  may  be  used  in  public,  in  such  Congrega- 
tions as  are  generally  acquainted  with  tunes  suit- 
ed to  them. 

5.  This  Collection  is  restricted  to  a  small  size, 
with  a  view  to  lessen  the  price,  and  to  render  it 
more  portable.  It  is  thought,  however,  that  no  ma- 
terial inconvenience  will  follow,  except  that  some- 
times it  may  be  difficult  to  find  an  Hymn  after  ser- 
mon, that  will  accord  with  the  subject  of  discourse  : 
but  the  Hymns  under  the  word  Dismission,  in  the 
Index,  which  are  of  general  import,  will  in  a  good 
degree  remedy  the  defect. 

6.  By  the  Scheme  of  General  Contents,  wherein 
the  Hymns  on  the  different  occasions  are  duly  ar- 
ranged, any  Hymn  wanted  may  be,  in  a  general  way, 


iv  PREFACE. 

pretty  readily  found :  Nevertheless,  a  Table  of 
FirsfLines  follows,  as  also  an  Index  of  more  par- 
ticular contents  at  the  end  of  the  Book. 

SAMUEL  JONES. 

Lower  Dublin,  Dec.  17,  1801. 


PREFACE 

TO    THE    FOURTH    EDITION. 

A  new  edition  of  this  Collection  of  Hymns,  be- 
ing for  some  time  desired  by  many,  their  wishes 
haf  P  at  len-th  been  accomplished,*  with  some  few 
add  tits^^  Lve,  at  the  request  of  fnends  been 
made  to  this  edition.  They  are  principally  in  the 
AT>Dendix.  A  very  few  have  also  been  omitted, 
be'cfuse  not  considered  so  well  adapted  for  public 
v^orship.  Those  which  have  been  added,  are  mark- 
Td  with  the  letter  H.  in  order  that  they  may  be  the 
more  easily  distinguished. 

THEOPHILUS  HARRIS. 

Lower  Dublin,  Oct.  22,  1818. 


KATMili  0¥  TmST  1.1^'ES.. 


Hymn,  ^c» 

A  FORM  of  words  tho'  e'er  so  sound,  &5 

Ah  !  lovely  appearance  of  death,  326 

Ah  !  what  can  I  do,  336 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  83 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise,  89 

All  gracious  God,  thy  people  bless,  152 

All  ye  that  pass  by,  261 

Almighty  God  of  truth  and  love,  107 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  97 

And  is  it  y^i^  dear  Lord,  a  doubt,  259 

And  must  this  body  die,    '  228 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year,  7Q 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend,  108 

Another  six  days  work  is  done,  13 

Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  pow'rs,  75 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise,  194 

Assist  us,  Lord,  thy  name  to  praise,  56 

Awake  and  sing  the  song,  163 

Awake  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun,  244 

Awake  my  soul  in  joyfullays,  16 

Awake  my  soul,  awake  mine  eves,  254 

Awake  our  drowsy  souls,           "  276 

Av/ake,  sweet  gratitude,  and  sing,  63 

Awake,  ye  Saints,  and  lift  your  eyes,  84 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Before  thy  throne,  eternal  King, 
Behold  the  morning  sun. 
Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
IBe  with  me  Lord,  wliere'er  I  go, 
A  2 


VI  TABLE   OF  FIRST    LINES. 

Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God,  15 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know,  60 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  placa,  99 

Blest  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest,  132 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  274 

Bless,  O  my  soul  the  living  God,  15 

Brethren,  let  us  join  to  bless,  290 

Broad  is  the  way  that  leads  to  death,  146 

€HILDREN  of  the  Heavenly  Kjng,  287 
Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme,        113 

Come  every  pious  heart,  319 

Come  all  harmonious  tongues,  158 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell,  150 

Come,  descend,  O  heavenly  Spirit,  300 

Come  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  18 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  22 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  31 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  souls,  17 

Come  humble  sinners,  in  whose  breast,  66 

Come  in  ye  blessed  of  your  God.  186 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,  190 

Come  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart,  30 

Come,  0  my  soul,  and  sing,  183 

Come  sinners,  saith  the  mighty  God,  55 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad,  24 

Come  thou  Almig:hty  King,  263 

Come  thou  fount'of  every  blessing,  299 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord,  23 

Come  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd,  128 

Come  ye  sinners,  come  to  Jesus,  315 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched,  312 

Curst  be  the  man,  for  ever  curst,  144 


TABLE    OF   FIRST   LINES.  Vlf 

EAR  Jesus  here  comes,  S39 

Death  as  a  sleep  or  gentle  doze,  233 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  Wessing,  Lord,  151 

Does  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move,  47 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word,  168 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song,  235 

Dress  uniform  the  soldier  wears,  81 

EARTH  has detain'd  me  pris'ner  long,  34 

EncouragM  by  thy  word,  207 

Eternal  power,  whose  high  abode,  43 

Eternal  source  of  joys  divine,  74 

Eternal  wisdom,  thee  we  praise,  26 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone,   53 

Father,  before  we  hence  depart,  68 

Father,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace,  S6 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee,  100 

Father,  (if  thou  my  father  art,)  328 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear,  204 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word,  28 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace,  179 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,  10 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise,  80 

IVE  thanks,  to  God  most  high,  270 

iU"  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise,  42 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  292 

Glory  to  God,  who  gave  the  word,  82 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night,  243 

Go  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord,  199 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,  79 

God  of  all  consolation,  take,  93 


VIU  TABLE   0¥  FIRST   LINES. 

God  of  ray  salvation,  hear, 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 

Grace !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Great  former  of  this  various  frame. 

Great  Father  of  mankind, 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Great  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  ways, 

Great  God,  the  Heav'ns  well  order'd  frame, 

Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 

HAIL,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail, 
Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hark,  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
Hark !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
He  comes,  he  comes,  the  judge  severe. 
He  dies,  the  heavenly  lover  dies. 
He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 
Hear  me,  O  Redeemer,  hear. 
Here  at  thy  table,  Lord  we  wait. 
High  in  the  Heavens,  eternal  God, 
Hosannah  to  Jesus  on  high, 
Hosanaahto  the  Prince  of  Light, 
Hosannah,  with  a  cheerful  sound. 
How  are  thy  glories  here  displayed 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet. 
How  condescending  and  how  kind. 
How  firm  a  foundation  the  saints  of  the  Lord,  341 
How  happy  is  the  Christian  state,  321 

How  pleas 'd  and  bless'd  was  I,  196 

How  oft  have  sin  and  satan  strove,  142 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is,  101 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life,  135 


TABLE    OF   FIRST  LINES*  IX 

I  LONG  to  behold  him  array'd,  325 

I  love  thy  charming  name,  58 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath,  331 

I'm  tir'd  of  visits,  modes  and  forms,  298 

In  a  world  of  sin  and  sorrow,  306 

In  sweet  exalted  strains,  273 

In  such  a  grave  as  this,  17'5 

Israel  in  ancient  days,  2G8 

In  vain  Apollo's  silver  tongue,  69 

Is  this  the  kind  return,  166 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,  172 

Jesu,  friend  of  sinners,  hear,  278 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye,  279 

Jesus,  mighty  king  in  Zion,  302 

Jesus, myall  to  heaven  is  gone,  143 

Jesus,  0  word  divinely  sweet,  188 

Jesu,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord,  102 

Jesus,  eternal  Son  of  God,  32 

Jesus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet,  192 


1% 


IND  is  the  speech  of  Christ  our  Lord,       137 

AMB  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee,  301 

Let  air  our  tongu^es  be  one,  182 

Let  all  the  earth  their  vojces  raise,  335 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend,  98 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory  Lord,  9 

Let  thy  devoted  servant  go,  201 

Let  us  love,  and  sing,  and  wonder,  318 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling,  299 

Long  did  my  soul  in  Jesu's  form,  140 


X  TABLE  OF  FIRST  XINES. 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound,  115 

Lo  he  comes  in  clouds  descending,  SIO 

Lo  !  he  Cometh,  countless  trumpets,  Sll 

Lo  the  Almighty  King  of  glory,  309 

Lord  at  thy  table  I  behold,  176 

Lord  bless  thy  saints  assembled  here,  197 

Lord  hast  thou  sufter'd  me  to  see,  239 

Lord,  how  divine  our  comforts  are,  189 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways,  153 

Lord,  how  shall  wretched  sinners  dare,  £10 

Lord  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear,  3 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  313 

Lord  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin,  257 

Lord  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress,  104 

Lord  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be,  156 

Lord  look  on  all  assembled  here,  216 

Lord  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray,  238 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now,  283 

Lord  what  a  feeble  piece,  229 

Lord  what  a  wretched  land  is  this,  251 

Lord  when  I  read  the  traitor's  doom,  67 

Lord  when  our  raptur'd  thoughts  survey,  27 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high,  51 

Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound,  46 

INE  eyes  and  my  desire, 
Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heav'n. 
Most  righteous  God,  my  doom  I  bear, 
My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so. 
My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love. 
My  God  in  whom  are  all  the  springs, 
My  God,  my  God,  and  must  I  die, 
May  God,  my  life,  my  love, 


TABI.E  OF  FinST  LINES  Xl 

Mj  God,  my  King  ,thj  various  praise,  141 

My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love,  73 

My  Lord,  how  great's  the  favour,  281 

My  Saviour,  my  xVlmighty  friend,  87 

My  Saviour's  pierced  side,  159 

My  soul  come  meditate  the  day,  224 

My  soul  how  lovely  is  the  place,  37 

NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came,  96 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts,  163 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth,  256 

Not  unto  us,  but  thee  alone,  72 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme,  289 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts,  242 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage,  185 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood,  149 

Now  keep  me  stedfast,  dearest  Lord,  174 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  161 

Now,  Lord,  another  of  thy  days,  340 

Now  Lord  the  heavenly  seed  is  sown,  85 

Now  Lord  thy  blessing  add,  167 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love,  71 

Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire,  1 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song,  134 

Now  Christ  again  to  me  appears,  343 

COME  let  us  join,  260 

0  dearest  Lord,  give  me  an  heart,  120 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know,  130 

0 !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day,  147 

O  for  an  heart  to  love  my  God,  29 

O  my  soul  was  form'd  for  woe,  119 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  6 


L. 


Xii  TABLE    OP  riKST  LINES. 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll,  123 

Oft  I  reflect  upon  thy  grace,  90 

Often  I  seek  my  God  by  night,  252 

O  Jesus,  our  Lord,  262 

O  Jesu,  Jesu,  dearest  Lord,  86 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great,  40 

Once  more  before  we  part,  1 65 

Once  more  my  soul  the  rising  day,  247 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God,  2 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone,  IDS 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways,  57 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercies  hears,  78 

O  what  shall  I  do  to  retrieve,  322 

Our  Saviour  alone,  337 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress,  62 

jLEAS'D  we  read  in  sacred  story,  307 

Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear,  211 

Precious  Bible  what  a  treasure,  317 

Press'd  my  soul  with  future  prospect,  308 

EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state. 
Rich  grace,  free  grace,  most  sweetly  call'd. 
Repent  and  be  baptis'd. 
Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

8ALVATI0N  is  for  ever  nigh, 
._    Salvation  to  our  God, 
Saviour  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
Saviour  visit  thy  plantation, 
See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne. 
See  how  the  mounting  sun. 
See  how  the  willing  converts  trace, 
Sinners  obey  the  gospel  word, 


TABI.E   OF  FIRST  XINKS.  Xlll 

Shew  pity  Lord,  0  Lord  forgive,  147 

Sleep,  downy  sleep  come  close  mine  eyes,  255 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express,  52 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say,  1 1 1 

Sprinkled  with  reconciling  blood,  11 

Stay  thou  insulted  Spirit  stay,  155 

Stretch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies,  181 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace,  31 

THAT  doleful  night  before  his  death,  187 

The  church  a  garden  is,  266 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  name,  2fel 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns,  164 

Tlie  God  of  Abram  praise,  §64 

The  great  Redeemer  we  adoie,  171 
The  God  of  glory  sends  fiis  summons  forth,         340 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory  Lord,  8 

The  kiug  of  saints  how  fair  his  face,  50 

The  Lord  descending-  from  above,  8 

The  Lord  how  fearful  is  his  name,  0 

The  Lord  how  glorious  is  his  face,  1   4 

Tlie  Lord  my  Shepherd  and  my  guide,  21 7 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  si; y,  2.5 

The  prai'je  of  Ziou  waits  for  thee,  l2 

The  presence  of  thy  grace  impart,  200 

Tlie  Saviour  calls  let  every  eJir,  5 

The  sinner  that  hy  precious  faith,  i '  8 

The  ^ouls  that  would  to  Jesu?  press,  94 

The  spacious  firraaaient  on  'tigh,  124 

Thereisa  land  of  pure  delight,  70 

This  spacious  earth  is  al!  t'iC  Lord's,  IS  I 

Tho'  troubles  assail  anc!  dangers  aifright,  338 

Tliou  art,  O  God,  a  Spirit  pure,  44 

Thou  God  of  glorious  Majesty,  297 


SIV  TABLE  or  TIKST  LINES. 

Thou  only  source  of  true  delight,  7 

Thy  presence  Saviour  may  I  feel,  122 

^Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  285 

'Tis  false  thou  vile  accuser,  go,  148 

'Tis  finish'd  the  Redeemer  said,  295 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd,  170 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height,  293 

Thus  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord,  54 

To-day  God  bids  the  faithful  rest,  236 

To  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord,  219 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,  88 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  hourly  sigh,  93 

To  thee  who  reign'st  supreme  above,  213 

To  thine  Almighty  arm  we  owe,  208 

'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord,  169 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes,  269 

'T/'AIN  are  the  hopes  the  sous  of  men 
^     Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 

WE  are  a  garden  wallM  around, 
We  needs  must  die  who  banish'd  lie. 
We  sing  to  thee  whose  wisdom  form'd, 
"Well  met  dear  friends  in  Jesus  name, 
Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest, 
Welcotne  thou  well  belov'd  of  God, 
What  di^erent  powers  of  grace  and  sin, 
What  good  news  tiie  angels  bring, 
WHiat  heav'niy  man,  or  lovely  God, 
\^  hat  scenes  of  horror  and  of  death, 
"What  shall  1  render  to  my  God, 
What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test, 
Witen  I  look  up  to  heaven. 
While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 


TABXE  or  FIRST  LINES.  XV 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  14 

What  wisdom,  majesty  and  grace,  S9 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God,  218 

When  Abra'm,  full  of  sacred  awe,  214 

When  God  reveal'd  his  glorious  name,  105 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be,  138 

When  I  can  read  my  title  ciear,  95 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,  191 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld,  324 

When,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I,  245 

When  the  fierce  north  wind,  542 

When  with  my  mind  divinely  press'd,  29^ 

While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord,  209 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun,  291 

Who  hath  our  report  believ'd,  520 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay,  110 

Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends,  230 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee,  109 

Why,  O  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares,  139 
Why  should  our  mourning  thoughts  delight,       231 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die,  226 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue,  136 

With  all  thy  power  0  Lord,  descend,  202 

With  cheerful  voice  I  sing,  272 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace,  114 

With  heart  and  lips  unfeign'd,  59 

With  rev'rence  let  the  saints  draw  near,  4 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch *d  away,  220 

¥E  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice,  20 

Ye  servants  of  God,  354 

Ye  souls  that  are  weak,  335 

Ye  trembling  souls  dismiss  your  fears,  38 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join,  271 

Yonder,  amazing  sight  I  see,  77 


INDEX  TO  THE  APPENDIX. 

A  pproach  my  soul  the  mercy  seat,  25 

-^   Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,  10 

Come  whosoever  will,  ^0 

Dear  Lord  remember  me,  ^ 

Dear  Lord  attend  my  pray'r,  20 

Do  uotl  love  thee,  O  my  Lord^^^  ^3 

Early  my  God,  without  delay,  39 

Enlisted  in  the  cause  of  sin,  4 

Every  kindred,  every  name,  H 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known,  37 

Farewell  my  friends,  I  must  be  gone,  46 

From  the  regions  of  love,  8 

God  my  supporter  and  ray  hope,  40 

Great  God  attend  while  Zion  sings,      ^  41 

Hail  sovereign  love  that  first  began,  7 

Hither  ye  faithful,  5 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  3 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,  15 

How  safe  and  how  happy  are  they,  IT 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  45 

I  asked  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow,  12 

Jesus  at  thy  command,  1 

Jesus  thy  blood  and  righteousness,  IS 

Jesus  thou  art  all  compassion,  21 

Jesus  mighty  God  and  Saviour,  29 

Joy  is  fruit  that  will  not  grow,  27 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say,  33 

Lord  I  am  thine  but  thou  wilt  prove,  S5 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above,  42 

My  God  permit  me  not  to  be,  34 

O  how  happy  are  they  31 
O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call,          ^  v    '    p ;         38 


APPENDIX.  XV 

0 !  my  distrustful  heart,  22 

Once  more  dear  God  of  Grace,  28 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  18 

Son  of  God  thy  blessing  grant,  19 

Stop  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,  6 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  43 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days,  36 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds,  47 

The  voice  of  free  grace,  9 

The  work  of  Christ  I  sing,  32 

There's  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood,  16 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb,  14 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  has  made,  44 

Wayfaring  men  and  sojourners,  48 

Ye  Virgin  souls  arise,  26 

Yes  the  Redeemer  rose,  24 


GENERAL  CONTENTS. 

jf^^T  opening  Public  Worship, 

From  Hymn  1  to  25 
IL  Before  Sermon,  26    —    59 

IlL  After    Sermon,  60    —  167 

IV.  Baptism,  168  —  175 

V.  The  Lord's  Supper,  1 76  —  193 
VL  Constitution  of  Churches,  194  —  197 
VIL  Ordination,  198  —  203 
VIIL  Association  of  Churches,  204  —  207 
IX.  Fasts  and  Thanksgiving,  308  —  219 


XVIU  GENERAL  CONTENTS, 


X.  Funeral  Occasions,  220  —  234 

XI.  Family  Worship,  235  —  259 
Xlt.  For  Private  Use,              ^ 

Personal  and  social,  of  un-  s  260  —  342 
common  metres, as  follows:  J 

1.  Twice  5  and  11,  Win  wick,  &c.  260  —  262 

2.  Twice  6  &  4,  thrice  6  &  4, 

Whitefield,  —263 

3.  Twice  6,  8  and  4,            do.  —  264 

4.  Four  6,  &  twice  8,  Lenox,  &c.  265  --  275 

5.  7  &  6,  7  &  6,  8,  7  &  6,  Salisbury,    277  —  280 

6.  7&  6,  do.  do.  Yorkshire,  281  —  344 

7.  7  &  6,  thrice  7  and  6,  Dartford,  —  282 

8.  Sevens,  Hotham,  Plymouth,  ,  283  —  292 

9.  8.  and  twice  6,  Hevant.  293,  294 

10.  Twice  8  &  6,  do.  Chatham,  295  —  397 

1 1 .  Twice  8  &  6,  thrice  8  &  6,  298  —  343 

12.  8  &  7,  do.  Welsh,  299  —  311 

13.  8&7,  8&7,  4or  8,  or  12&r, 

Helmsley,  312  -—  316 

14.  8  &  7,  8  &  7,  twice  7,  317  ■—  318 

15.  Twice  8  and  7,  do.  319  —  320 

16.  Five  8  &  7,  Trumpet,  —  321 

17.  Eights,  New-Jerusalem,  322  —  327 

18.  Eights,  Luther,  328  —  330 

19.  Eights,  Greenfield,  331  —  333 

20.  Twice  10,  &  twice  1 1 ,  as  149  ps.  334  —  339 

21.  Four  10,  and  twice  11,  as  the  old  50,      —  340 

22.  Elevens,  —  341 

23.  Thrice  1 1  and  5,  Bunker  Hill,  —  342 

24.  Twice  8  and  6,  thrice  8  and  6,  —  343 


A 

SELECTION 

Of 

PSALMS  AND  HYiMNS,  «fc. 

1.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Invoking  the  Spirit, 

1  ^jVr^W  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire, 
-i.^    Descending;  fro  in  above, 

His  waiting  family  inspire 

With  joy,  autl  peace,  and  love! 

2  Thee  we  the  Comforter  confess; 

Unless  thou'rt  present  here, 
Our  songs  of  praise  are  vain  address, 
We  utter  heariless  pray'r. 

3  Wake,  heavenly  Wind,  arise,  and  come, 

Bh)sv  on  the  drooping  field ; 
Our  spices  then  shall  breathe  perfume. 
And  fragrant  incense  yield. 

4  Touch  with  a  living  coal  the  lip 

That  shall  proclaim  thy  word ; 
And  bid  each  awful  hearer  keep 
Attention  to  the  Lord. 

A 


AT  THE  OPENING  O* 

2.     Common  M^tre.     J. 

Jlddress  to  the  Holy  Spirit 

|NCE  more  we  come  before  our  God, 
Once  more  his  blessing  ask ; 
O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load ; 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task  ! 

2  Father,  thy  quickening  Spirit  send 

From  heav'n  in  Jfsu's  name, 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose  ; 

To  each  thy  blessing  suit ; 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows 
Produce  a  plenteous  fruit. 

1  Bid  the  refreshing  north-wind  'wake  j 
8ay  to  the  south-wind,  blow; 
Let  ev'ry  plant  thy  pow'r  partake, 
And  all  the  garden  grow. 

5  Revive  the  parch'd  with  heav'nly  show'rs 
The  cold  with  warmth  divine ; 
And  as  the  benefit  is  ours. 
Be  all  the  glory  thine. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  ^ 

3.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  5.)     ^. 
For  the  Lord^s  Day  Morning, 

1  IT    O RD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
-"^    My  voice  ascendin^^  high  ; 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
1  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


4  AT  THK  OPENING  OF 

4.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  89.)     Ji\ 
Reverential  fVorship. 

1  l^^^ITH  rev'rence  lei  the  saints  appear 
^  ▼      And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev^'cnce  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

S  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine  ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee  ? 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  thy  supporting  hand, 
Darkness  and  day  from  east  to  west 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul^ 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  Hell : 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel ! 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  t* 

5.     Common  Metre.     Steele.     «i. 
Invitation. 

1  ^T^HE  Saviour  calls, — let  ev'ry  ear 

-»-    Attend  the  heav'iily  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart. 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  joys  arise^ 

To  ease  your  ev'ry  pain, 
(Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  !> 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4)  Ye  sinners,  come,  ^tis  mercy's  voice ; 
The  gracious  call  obey ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys^ 
And  can  you  yet  delay? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  diaw  reluctant  hearts. 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts,^ 
And  drink^  and  never  die. 
A  2 


1 


AT  THE  OPExMNG  OF 

C.     Common  Metre.     j1. 
Triumphs  of  Grace. 

Ipi  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
^-^  My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrow  cease; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  hreaks  the  pow'r  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  avaiPd  for  me. 

1  He  speaks,  and  listening  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive ; 
The  mo!irnful,  broken  heart  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

5  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise  ye  dumb^ 
Your  loosened  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  7 

7.     Common  Metre.     .4. 
IJook  of  God^s  Word  and  JVatuve. 

1  nPHOU  only  source  of  true  delight, 
-»-    Whom  I  unseen  adore  ! 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2>  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines  ; 
But  in  thy  sacred  word 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

B  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droopy 
^A.iid  sins  and  sorrows  rise. 
Thy  love  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope 
My  fainting  heart  siipplies. 

4  But  ah  !  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 
Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  ; 
My  glo(»my  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

;i  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Light, 
O  com*'  V,  ith  blisssful  ray  ; 
Break  r^fl'.'-ut  thro'  the  shades  of  night. 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 


»  AT  THE  0PENIN(J  OF 

8.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    A. 
God  glorified  in  the  Gospel. 

I  r|^HE  Lordj  descending  from  above, 
-^    Invites  his  children  near  ; 

While  pow'r,  and  truth,  and  boundless  love 
Display  their  glories  here. 

S  Here,  in  thy  gospePs  wondrous  frame, 
Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue  ; 
And  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name^ 
Beyond  whatever  they  knew. 

tJ  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines. 
Thy  wonders  here  we  trace ; 
Wisdom  thro'  all  the  myst'ry  shines, 
And  shines  in  Jesu's  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
And  thy  revenging  justice  shows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  still  the  lustre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brightest  rays. 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 


PUBLIC  wousHir.  y 

9.     Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts,     J. 
Praise  to  God  for  Creation  and  Redemption. 

i  ^  ET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
-"    Who  never  knew  thy  grace ; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
And  send  them  to  thy  throne; 
All  glory  to  th'  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word ; 
'Tis  he  restores  our  ruin'd  frame : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hosanna  !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound  ; 
Rocks,  hills  and  vales,  repeat  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

10.     Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
Heavenly  Worship. 

1  ^REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns 
-3-     To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns  ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 


10  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live- 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope. 

And  fit  us  to  ascend. 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end. 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air^, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

5  Where  we,  in  high  seraphic  strains, 

Shall  all  our  powers  employ. 
Delighted  range  th'  ethereal  plains, 
And  take  our  fill  of  joy. 

11.     Long  Metre.     Beddome.     J. 

Holy  Boldness. 

1  OPRINKLED  with  reconciling  blood, 
^  I  dare  approach  thy  throne,  O  God, 
Thy  face  no  frowning  aspect  wears. 
Thy  hand  no  vengeful  thunder  bears ! 

2  Th'  encircling  rainbow,  peaceful  sign  • 
Doth  with  refulgent  brightness  shine ; 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  It 

And  while  my  faith  beholds  it  near, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear. 

3  Let  me  my  grateful  homage  pay, 
With  courage  sing,  with  fervour  pray  ; 
And  tho'  myself  a  wretch  undone, 
Hope  for  acceptance  thro'  thy  Son. 
Thy  Son,  who  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
Expir'd  to  set  the  vilest  free; 
On  this  I  build  my  only  claim. 
And  all  I  ask  is  in  his  name. 

12.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  65.)     J. 
Public  Prayer  and  Praise, 

1  ^TPHE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

-*-  My  God ;  &  praise  becomes  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see. 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whose  mercies  bend  the  skies, 
To  save,  when  humble  sinners  pray. 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes. 
And  islands  of  the  northern  sea. 

3  Against  my  will  my  sins  prevail. 
But  grace  shall  purge  away  their  stain. 
The  blood  of  Christ  will  never  fail 
To  wash  my  garments  white  again. 


J^  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

4  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choose 
And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  honse. 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 

13.     Long  Metre.     Stennett.     J. 
The  Sabbath. 

1     A  NOTHEll  six  days  work  is  done, 
J^  Another  sabbath  is  begun ; 
Keturn  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  bless'd. 

3  Come  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
8o  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven, 
And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

ii  Othat  our  thoughts  and  thanks  might  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies. 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4j  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast. 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains 
The  end  of  cares  the  end  of  pains. 

5  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view . 
In  various  scenes  both  old  and  new ; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  13 

With  praise,  we  think  on  mercies  past, 
With  hope,  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

6  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away; 
How  sweet,  a  sabhath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

14.     Long  Metre.     Oowper.    Ji. 
On  prayer, 

1  "^^SlSTHAT  various  hind'rances  we  meet 
▼  ▼     In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2Pray'r  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climes  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight, 
Pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  satan  trembles,  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side ; 
But  when  thro'  weariness  they  fail'd^ 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

B 


H^  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

15.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  103.)     Jl/ 
Blesfiing  God, 

1  IMLESS,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God, 
-55   Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove 
Let  all  the  powVs  within  me  join, [abroad 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  highest  praise ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns;  our  growing  years ; 
He  satisfies  our  mouths  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heavenly  food. 

ii  Let  the  whole  earth  bis  power  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace, 


PUBLIC  WOUSHIP.  1p 

The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
Id  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

16.     Long  Metre.     Rippon.  Coll.     *9. 
Loving-kindness  of  God. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
-^And  sins;  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 

He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving- kindness  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall. 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
Ke  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving- kindness  O  how  great! 

3  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart. 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  tho'  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

4  Soon  shall  T  pass  the  gloomy  vale. 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath. 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  I 

9  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  worlds  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  lovine;-kindness  in  the  skies. 


10  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

IT,     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    ^. 
Invitation  of  Christ. 

1  "  ^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

^^  "Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come; 
"  I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
"  And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me  ; 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 

"  But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
"And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
"My  yoke,  and  hear  it  with  delig!  t; 
"  My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

"  My  grace  shall  make  the  hurden  light.'' 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith  and  hope,  and  humhle  zeal 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  hy  thy  will. 

18.     Long  Metre.     Beddome.     J}, 
Craving  the  Spirit, 

i  |M OME  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove, 
^  VVith  light  and  comfort  from  ahove  : 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  .17 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far, 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  to  thy  Word  that  rules  must  give. 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way  ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way. 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

.3  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd  ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

19.    Long  Metre.  A. 
Exhorting  to  Worship, 

1  1O>EF0RE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
-S-9  Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone. 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

^  His  sovereign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men, 

B  2 


IS  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray 'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  so«^ 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise, 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command : 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thv  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 

20.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  100.)     J. 
Praise  to  our  Creator. 

I'^^E  nations  rouild  the  earth,  rejoice 
-^  Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King, 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

ii  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ. 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 


PUBLIC   VVOUSllll'.  W 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure : 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure, 

21.  Short  Metre.    Di.  Wattn.     ./. 
Delight  in  Fublic  TForship. 

1  •^^re/^ELCOME  sweet  day  of  rest 
▼  ▼     That  saw  the  Lord  arise: 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  hreast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

5  The  King  himself  conies  near,    ' 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  ray  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


30  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

22.     Short  Metre.     Hart.     Jt,  ^ 
Invoking  the  Spirit, 

i   4^0ME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
^^  Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds. 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

3  Cheer  our  desponding  hearts, 
Thou  heavenly  Paraclete, 
Give  us  to  lie,  with  humble  hope,    . 
At  our  Redeemer's  feet. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flames 
Of  never  dying  love. 

^i  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesu's  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

5  Shew  us  that  loving  Man, 

That  rules  the  courts  of  bliss. 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  mis:}  *v  God, 
Th'  eienial  Prince  of  Peace. 


i»UBLIC  WORSHIP.  2t 

23.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     ^. 
Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

1  [^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

^   And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  ill  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place  : 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less.] 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  This  heav'oly  King  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love ; 
He  shall  send  down  bis  heav'nly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

i7  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 


SS  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

24.     Short  Metre.     (Ps.  95.)     A, 

Exhortation  to  Fraise. 

1  jTIOME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
^-^   And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

^  He  forni'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  vvat'ry  worlds  are  ail  his  own : 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

8  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace. 

And  hearts  grown  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race  ; 

;■>  The  Lord  in  vengeance  drest 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear. 
You  that  despise  my  promised  rest. 
Shall  have  no  portion  there. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  S3 

25.     Short  Metre.     A, 
Heavenly  Praise, 

1  ^ALVATION  to  our  God, 
^  Who  sitteth  on  the  throne ; 
Thanksgiving  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 

And  to  the  Lamb,  the  Son. 

2  All  glory,  praise,  and  pow'r, 

To  God  be  ever  given, 
By  every  Angel  round  the  throne 
And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

8  Great  are  thy  wondrous  works  ! 
Most  just  and  true  thy  ways  ; 
Lord  God  Almighty,  King  of  saints, 
High  in  eternal  praise. 

Who  shall  not  fear  thy  mis;hl? 

By  every  povv'r  ador'd  ; 
All  nations  shall  before  thee  kneel, 

And  gladly  call  thee  Lord. 

26.     Common  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.     J. 
A  Soil";  to  Creating  Wisdom. 

1  'W^  TERNxiL  Wisdom  thee  we  praise, 
-«-^  Thee  the  creation  sings  ; 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills  &  seas 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 


S4?  BEFORE  SEIlMO^. 

2  Thy  hand  how  wide  it  spreads  the  sky  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  and  heavenly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Thro'  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground 
With  terror  and  delight. 

1  Infinite  strength  and  equal  skill, 
Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder  God. 

^  But  the  sweet  beauties  of  thy  grace 
Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine  in  JESU'S  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

2r.     Common  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
Creation  and  Providence. 
1  IT  ORD,    when    our  raptur'd  thought 
-BLil  Creation's  beauties  o'er,     [surveys 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  our  souls  adore. 

^  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes, 
Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 


BEFORE  SERMON.  2& 

Ten  thousand  ])leasing  wonders  lise. 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  The  living  tribes  of  countless  forms, 
In  earth  and  sea  and  air, 
The  meanest  flies,  the  smallest  worms, 
Almighty  power  declare. 

4-  Thy  wisdom,  pow'r  and  goodness  Lord, 
In  all  thy  works  appear ; 
And  Oh  !   let  man  thy  praise  record, 
Man,  thy  distinguished  care. 

.9  Thy  providence  his  constant  guard. 
When  threatening  woes  impend, 
Or  will  the  impending  dangers  ward 
Or  timely  succours  lend. 

0  On  us  that  providence  has  shone. 
With  gentle  smiling  rays, 
0  may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

i^8.     Common  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
The.  Excellencij  of  the  Scripture. 
\   IJ^  ATHEll  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
-3-     What  endless  glory  shines! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 


250  BEFORE  SERMON. 

2  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

8  Here  springs  of  consolation  rise, 
To  cheer  the  fainting  mind ; 
And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  0  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

6  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 
29.  Common  Metre.     J, 
For  a  clean  Heart, 
FOR  an  heart  to  love  my  God  ! 
An  heart  from  sin  set  free ; 


BEFORE  SERMON'.  ^7 

An  heart  that  always  feels  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me ! 

2  An  heart  resigo'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak. 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  An  heart  in  every  thought  renewed 

And  filPd  with  love  divine : 
Perfect  and  right  and  pure  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 

And  melts  at  human  wo ; 
Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blessed  Lamb, 
That  I  thy  love  may  know. 

6  Thy  holy  nature.  Lord  !  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new  best  name  of  love. 


S8  BEFORE  SEKMON. 

SO.    Conimon  Metre.     Steele.     ./., 
The  joys  of  Ileavm. 

i   jT^OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  Ian 
^       guid  heart, 

Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue ; 

And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 

Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Then  to  the  shining  seats  of  bliss 

The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  paradise 
Our  raplur'd  thoughts  explore. 

3  Pleasures  unsullied  flourish  there, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  time  ; 
Not  blooming  Eden  smil'd  so  fair 
In  all  her  flow'ry  prime. 

4  Sorrow  and  pain,  and  ev'ry  care 

And  discord  there  shall  cease ; 
And  perfect  joy  and  love  sincere 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

5  The  soul,  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more : 
But  cloth'd  in  spotless  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 


BEFORE  SERMON.  29 

6  There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb^ 

Join  in  immortal  songs ; 
And  endless  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

7  Loud,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above 
We  join  th'  angelic  choir. 

31.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Breathing  after  the  holy  Spirit, 

1  ^^OME,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
^   Wirh  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  : 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  liow  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
C  2 


^^0  BEFORE  SERMON. 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

33.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Gibbons.    ./. 
The  Gospel  worthy  of  all  acceptance, 

1     "jTESUS  the  eternal  Son  of  God, 
^    Whom  seraphim  obey, 
The  bosom  of  the  Father  leave*. 
And  enters  human  clay. 

3  Into  our  sinful  world  be  comes. 
The  Messenger  of  grace, 
And  on  the  bloody  tree  expires 
A  victim  in  our  place. 

3  Transgressors  of  the  deepest  stain 

In  him  salvation  find  ; 
His  blood  removes  the  foulest  guilt. 
His  spirit  heals  the  mind. 

4  Our  Jesus  saves  from  sin  and  hell, 

His  words  are  true  and  sure. 
And  on  this  rock  our  faith  may  rest 
Immoveablv  secure. 


BEFORE  SERMON.  31 

5  O  let  these  tidings  be  receivnl, 

With  universal  joy, 
And  let  the  high  angelic  praise, 
Our  tuneful  powVs  employ. 

6  ''  Glory  to  God,  who  gave  his  Son'* 

To  hear  our  shame  and  pain, 
Hence  peace  on  earth  and  grace  to  men 
In  endless  blessings  reign. 

is:     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  145.)     J. 

The  gvodness  of  God. 

i   QWEST  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
^-^   My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ! 
liCt  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

5>  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  shines 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  tliee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  them  meat, 
And  tills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4r  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  LorD; 
How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 


33  BEFORE  SERMON. 

But  soon  he  seDcls  his  pard'ning  word, 
To  cheer  the  soul  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 
Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim  : 
May  we,  who  taste  thy  richer  i^ruce, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

34.     Common  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.     J. 
Looking  upward. 

1  IpARTH  has  detained  me  prisoner 
-«-^  And  I'm  grown  weary  now,  [I'-'^ig 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue 

There's  nothing  here  for  ynu. 

2  Lord  in  my  thoughts  I  stretch  me  down 

And  upward  2;lance  mine  eyes, 
Upward  (my  Father)  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

S  There  the  dear  Man  my  Saviour  sits, 
The  (tod,  how  bright  he  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

4  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains 
Circle  the  throne  around, 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 


lU:i-OIiL  SKRMON.  33 

5  .Iksus  the  Lord  their  harps  employs, 
Jesus  my  love  they  sing; 
Jesus,  the  name  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

S5.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  116.)     JI. 


Tliankfulm^s  for  mercies. 

;^THAT  shall  1  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

S  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 
My  offerings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 

How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 

Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  : 


34  BKFORE  SERMON. 

Thy  hand  bath  loosM  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

se.    Common  Metre.     (Ps.  69.)     J. 

Obedience  and  Death  of  Christ. 
1    li^ATHER,  r  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 
-»-     1  bless  my  Saviour's  name ; 
He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

3  His  deep  distress  has  raised  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FulfilFd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finished  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 

Shall  better  please  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound, 
Than  goats'  or  bullocks'  bloot!. 

4  This  shall  his  humble  folio w'rs  see. 

And  set  tlieir  hearts  at  rest ; 
They,  by  his  death,  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  blest. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  oh  high. 

To  God  their  voices  raise, 
While  lands  and  seas  assi»;(  the  sky. 
And  join  t'  advance  tiie  praise. 


BEFOUE  SERMON.  35 

27.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  84.)     ^, 
GoiTs  presence  in  his  House. 
i  ]^^Y  soul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
j.yj_  To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
^Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

S  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 
His  saving  pow'r  displays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes. 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  grace  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  works  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

38.     Common  Metre.     Becklome.    »j?. 
Fear  not. 

1  "^JE  trembling  souls  dismiss  your  fears^ 
-*-    Be  mercy  all  your  thome ; 
Mercy  which  like  a  river  flows, 
In  one  continued  stream. 


36  BEFORE  SERMON. 

S  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 
God  will  these  powers  restrain  ; 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  w  ant  of  outward  good^ 

He  will  for  his  provide ; 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  heside. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'^er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 
He's  faitliful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  son, 

5  You  in  his  wisdom,  power  and  grace, 

May  confidently  trust ; 
His  wisdom  guides,  his  power  protects. 
His  grace  rewards  the  just. 

39.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Stennett.    J, 

TJie  glorious  Go^pd,  I  Tim.  i.  11. 

HAT  Wisdom,  Majesty  and  grace 
Thro'  all  the  Gospel  shine! 
'Tis  God  that  speaks,  and  we  confess 
The  Doctrine  most  divine. 

g  Down  from  his  starry  Throne  on  high, 
Th'  Almighty  Saviour  comes  : 


BEFORE  SERMON.  t7 

Lays  his  bright  robe  of  glory  by, 
And  feeble  iiesh  assumes. 

3  The  mighty  debt  that  sinners  ow^d, 
Upon  the  cross  he  pays  : 
Then  thro'  the  ch)uds  ascends  to  God, 
'Midst  shouts  of  lofty  praise. 

1  There  lie  our  great  high  priest  appears 
Before  his  father's  throne  ; 
Mingles  his  merits  with  our  tears, 
And  pours  salvation  down, 

3  Great  God,  with  rev'rence  we  adore 
Thy  justice  and  thy  grace  ; 
And  on  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
Our  firm  dependance  place. 

40.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  8.)     J. 
Condescension  of  God, 

1  ^r\  LOUD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous 
^^   Is  thine  exalted  name  !  [great 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

S  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  stars  tiiat  well  ad(»rn  the  sky, 
Those  movinn;  worlds  of  liirht : 


38  BEFORE  SElfMOX. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  should'st  visit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  so  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  hear, 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  an2;els  are, 
To  save  a  dvinc:  worm  ? 

5  Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  state 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

41.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  63.)     J. 

Longiv!^  after  God. 

Ri  AT  God  indnlge  my  hnmhle  claim  ; 
Be  thou  my  joy,  my  hope,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
Stand  all  enga^M  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thoujnst  and  wise, 
Be  thou  my  father  and  my  God  ; 

And  make  me  thine  by  sacred  ties, 
Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  1  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 


liK.FORK  SKRMON.  39 

As  travellers  in  tliirstj-  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

t  O  may  tliy  love  inspire  my  tongue, 
Salvatio!i  shall  be  all  my  song  ; 
And  all  my  [)ovvers  shall  join  to  bless, 
The  Lord  mj  strength  and  righteousness. 

42.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  136.)     J. 
Creation  and  Redemption. 

GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways, 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
llepeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  lords  &  kings  are  known  no  more. 

He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fix^d  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light ; 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  sun  and  moon  shall  be  no  more> 


40  BEFORE  SEHMOxN. 

5  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  yoor  song. 

6  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  seat ;  [feet, 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  sliall  be  no  more. 

43.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.     J. 
Ood  exalted  above  all  Praise, 

1  "|7^  TERNAL  power,  whose  high  abode 
SIa  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God, 
Infinite  length,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

S  The  lowest  step  above  tiiy  seat, 
Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet ; 
In  vain  the  tall  arch-angel  tries 
To  reach  the  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too ; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry. 
The  great,  the  holy,  and  the  high. 

4  Earth  from  afar,  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learnt  to  lisp  thy  name 


BEFORE  SERMON.  ^t 

But  0,  the  glories  of  tby  mind, 
Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

3  God  is  in  heaven,  but  men  below ; 
Be  short  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few, 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

44.     Long  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.    J". 
Spirituality  of  God. 

1  ^HOU  art,  O  God  !  a  Spirit  pure^ 

-»-    lujisihle  to  mortal  eyes  ; 
Th'  immortal,  and  the  eternal  King, 
The  great,  the  good,  the  only  wise. 

2  Whilst  uature  changes,  and  her  work* 
Corrupt,  decay,  dissolve  and  die, 
Thy  essence  pure  no  change  shall  see, 
Secure  of  immortality. 

3  Tliou  great  invisible  !   what  hand 
Can  draw  thy  image  spotless  fair? 
To  what  in  heaven,  to  what  on  earth, 
Can  men  th'  immortal  King  compare  ? 

4  Let  stupid  heathens  frame  their  gods 
Of  gold  and  silver,  Wu  jd  and  stone  ; 
Ours  is  the  God  that  made  the  heavens, 
Jehovah  he,  and  God  alone. 

D  2 


4^  BEFORE  SKRMO^. 

5  My  soul,  thy  purest  homage  pay, 
In  truth  and  Spirit  him  adore, 
More  shall  this  please  than  sacrifice, 
Than  outward  forms  delight  him  more. 

{45.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Doddridge.     J. 

Immutability  of  God, 

1  £^  REAT  former  of  this  various  frame, 
^^  Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name  ; 
And  bow  and  tremble,  while  they  praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  with  unsurprised  survey, 
Saw'st  nature  rising  yesterday  ; 
And  as  to-morrow,  shall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  stars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Beyond  an  angeFs  vision  bright, 
Thou  dweiPst  in  self-existent  light, 
Which  shines  with  undiminished  ray. 
While  suns  and  worlds  in  smoke  decay. 

4}  Our  days  a  transient  period  run. 
And  change  with  ev'ry  circling  sun, 
And  in  thje  firmest  state  we  boast, 
A  moth  can  crush  us  itito  dust. 

5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground  ; 


BKFORE  SERMON.  4S 

Let  the  last  geueral  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies  : 

6  Calm  as  a  summer's  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
While  §race  secures  us  an  abode, 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

46.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Doddridge.    J. 
The  Gospel  Jubilee.     (Ps.  Ixxxv.  15.) 

1  ^  OUD  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound 
J*-^  An  d  s ;  re  a  d  t  h  e  j  oy  f  u  1  ti  d  i  n  .^s  r  o  u  ii  d ; 
Let  every  soul  with  transptirt  hear, 
And  hail  the  Lord's  aect^pted  year. 

%  Ye  debtors,  whom  he  gives  to  know. 
That  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  humble  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  Gud  forg'ves  them  all. 

?t  Slaves,  that  have  borne  the  heavy  Chain 
Of  sin  and  heli's  tyrannic  reign, 
To  liberty  assert  your  claim, 
xVnd  urge  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  The  rich  inheritance  of  heaven, 
Your  joy,  and  boast,  is  freely  given ; 
Fair  Salem  your  arrival  waits. 
With  golden  streets  and  pearly  gates. 


44  BEFOUE  SERMON. 

5  Her  bless'd  inhabitants  no  more, 
Bondage  and  poverty  deplore  ; 
No  debt,  but  love  immensely  great, 
Their  joy  still  rises  with  their  debt. 

6  0  happy  souls  that  know  the  sound  ! 
Celestial  light  their  steps  surround, 
And  shew  that  Jubilee  begun, 
Which  through  eternal  years  shall  run. 

47.     Long  Metre.    J. 
The  Lord  is  God. 

1  ^'^OES  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move 
^>    To  think  of  Israel's  dreadful  fall, 
Who  needed  miracles  to  prove 
Whether  the  Lord  were  God* or  Baal. 

S  Methinks  I  see  Elijah  stand, 

His  features  glow  with  love  and  zeal; 
In  faith  and  prayer  he  lifts  his  hand, 
And  makes  to  heav'n  his  great  appeal. 

3  "  O  God  !  if  I  thy  servant  am. 
If  'tis  thy  message  tills  my  heart ; 
Now  glorify  thy  holy  name : 

And  shew  this  people  who  thou  art'.V 

4  He  spoke,  and  lo  !  a  sudden  flame, 
Consumed  the  wood,  the  dust,  the  stone 


BEFORE  SERMON.  4f) 

The  people  struck,  at  onee  proclaim, 
*'  The  Lord  is  God,  the  Lord  alone." 

d  1  ike  him  we  mourn  an  awful  day, 
When  more  for  Baal  than  God  appear ; 
liike  him,  helievers,  let  us  pray, 
And  may  the  God  of  Israel  hear. 

6  Lord  !  if  thy  servant  speaks  thy  truth, 
If  he  indeed  is  sent  by  thee  ; 
Confirm  the  word  to  all  our  youth, 
And  let  them  thy  salvation  see. 

7  Now  may  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire. 
Pierce  ev'ry  heart  that  hears  thy  word  ; 
Consume  each  hurtful  vain  desire. 

And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  Lord. 

48.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  19.)     J. 
The  Books  of  JVature  and  of  the  Scripture. 

1  'TPHE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
-■-    In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

S  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light. 
And  niglits  and  days  thy  power  confess  ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 


46  BKFORE  SERMO^^ 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  : 
So  when  thy  truth  begun  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 
'Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Bless  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view. 
In  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
Lord  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew. 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

49.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  36.)     J. 
Providence  and  Grace, 

1  inriOH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  1 
J     M^R.  Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

^  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands. 
As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 


BEFORE  SERMON.  4?7 

Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  I'hy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share; 
The  wbole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !   how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  my  hope  and  comfort  springs  ; 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress, 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows. 
And  brings  Salvation  to  our  taste. 

()  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  : 
And  in  tliy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

50.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  45.)     .1. 
Christ  and  his  Church. 

1  njpHE  king  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face? 
-»-    Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 


48  BEFORE  SEUMON. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold, 
The  queen  array 'd  in  purest  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dress, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  Righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own ; 
He  calls  and  seats  hei  near  his  throne  *. 
Fair  stranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  fa V 'rite  of  his  choice  ; 

'  Let  Him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  He's  thy  Maker,  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Let  endless  honours  crown  his  head : 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praises  spread ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve, 
The  condescensions  of  his  love. 

51.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  68.)     A. 
Jscension  of  Christ, 

1  IT  ORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
-3-^  Ten  thousand  angels  fiiPd  the  sky, 
Those  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 


UEFOllE  SERMON.  49 

While  be  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

8  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  bell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captives  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  i^aisM  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promised  Hpirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men. 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

52.     Long  M'  tie.     Dr.  Watts.     A, 
Holy  walk. 

1  QO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
^  The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine. 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

t  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad, 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour- God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within. 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  deny'd, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
Whilst  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  &  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve.  ^ 


^0  BEFORE  SERMON. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

55.    Long  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    J. 

Devout  retirement. 

J   "g^AR  from   my  thoughts  vain  world, 

-^         be  gone, 

Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 

I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

5  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire. 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love. 

S  O  haste,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine. 

4  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeemiog  grace  and  dying  love. 


BEFORE  SERMON.  i^l 

r>  Hail,  i>;i-eat  Immannel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  tliy  Father's  2;lones  shine ; 
Thou  brii^htesl,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 

54.     Long  Metre.     JJr.  Watts.    A. 
Encouragement  to  wait  on  God. 

1  ^T^HUS  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord, 
^    <*  Bless'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my 

word ; 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits.^' 

^  <*  The  soul  that  seeks  me  shall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  : 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward. 
Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
Doth  his  own  soul  an  injury; 
Fools  that  against  my  grace  rebel, 
Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell.'" 

55.     Long  Metre.    Dr.  S.  Stennett.     J. 
GocPs  reasoning  with  men.     Is.  i.  18. 

1  ^  OME,  sinners,  saith  the  mighty  God, 
^-^  Heinous  as  all  your  crimes  have  been, 


5S  BEFORE  SERMON, 

Lo !  I  descend  from  mine  abode. 
To  reason  with  the  sons  of  men. 

2  No  rlouds  of  darkness  veil  my  face, 
No  vengeful  lightnin2;s  flash  around  : 
I  come  with  terms  of  life  and  peace; 
Where  sin  hath  reign'd,  let  grace  abound. 

B  Yes,  Lord,  we  will  obey  thy  call, 
And  til  thy  gracious  Sceptre  bow  ; 
O  m.ike  our  crimson  sins  like  wool. 
Our  scarlet  sins  as  white  as  snow. 

4  80  shall  our  thankful  lips  repeat 
Thy  praises  with  a  tuneful  voice, 
While  humbly  prostrate  at  thy  feet, 
We  wonder,  tremble,  and  rejoice. 

56.     Long  Metre.     Doddridge.     A. 
Jijoijfal  Course. 

1    jk  SSIST  us  Lord,  thy  name  to  praise 
jhI.  For  the  rich  gospel  of  thy  grace  ; 
And,  that  our  hearts  may  love  it  more, 
Teach  them  to  feel  its  vital  power. 

5  With  joy  may  we  our  course  pursue. 
And  keep  the  crown  of  life  in  view ; 
That  crown  which  in  one  hour  repays 
The  labour  of  ten  thousand  days. 


BEFORE  SERMON.  5d 

8  Should  bonds  or  death  obstruct  our  way, 
Uumoy'd  their  terrors  we'll  survey. 
And  the  last  hour  improve  for  thee, 
The  last  of  life,  or  liberty. 

4:  Welcome  those  bond^s,  which  may  unite 
Our  souls  to  their  supreme  delight ! 
Welcome  that  death,  whose  painful  strife 
Bears  us  to  Christ  our  better  life  ! 


57.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  119.:     k^. 
Breathing  after  Huliupsii. 

that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  nie  £;race, 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

:S  0  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  olf  my  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

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0^1-  BEFOliE  SERMON 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word., 

And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conseienee  clear. 

d  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands^ 
^Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  bands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

58.     Common  Metre,     J. 
Christ  precious. 

I    ITESUvS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
^    'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  v^^ould  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 

5  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  ray  trust; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toj^, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wish 
In  thee  most  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 


BEFOKE  SJSKMON. 


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4  O  may  thy  grace  still  clieer  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there ! 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds. 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath ; 
When  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms 
My  joy  in  life  and  death ! 

59.    Short  Metre,    J?. 

d  preached  Word. 

ITH  heart  and  lips  uufeign'd, 
We  praise  thee  for  thy  word  ; 
We  bless  thee  for  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  redeeming  Loud. 

O  Let  thy  present  voice^, 
Accomplish  thy  design, 
Distil  on  all  our  tliirsty  souls, 
And  consecrate  us  thine. 

Water  thy  sacred  seed. 
And  give  it  great  increase ; 
Let  neither  fowl^s  nor  rocks  nor  thorns, 
Hinder  the  fruits  of  peace. 

Then  the'  we  weeping  sow, 
And  tears  our  hearts  employ; 


56  BEFORE  SERMON. 

We  know  we  shall  return  again, 
And  bring  our  sheaves  with  joy, 

5       Our  lives  now  hid  with  Christ, 
With  him  shall  soon  appear; 
And  we,  array'd  in  all  his  light. 
Shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 


60.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  80.)     J. 

A  blessed  Gospel. 

LEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

S  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  : 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  satan  dares  condemn. 

4  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  salvation  gives  : 
Israel,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


Ai'TER  SERMON.  57 

61.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Grace. 
^  ich  grace,  free  grace  most  swejetly  call- 

Directly  come  who  will ; 
Just  as  you  are,  for  Christ  receives 
Poor  helpless  sinners  still. 

2  'Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  souls  5 
Grace  keeps  us  inly  poor ; 
And,  O  !  that  nothing  else  but  grace 
May  rule  for  evermore. 

62.     Common  Metre.  (Ps.  ISO.)     J. 
Pardoning  Grace. 

1  ^^UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
^^  The  borders  of  despair, 

I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 


58  AFTEIl  SfcKMON. 

4  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trusty 

Let  Israel  seek  his  face ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

5  There's  full  Redemption  at  his  throne 

For  sinners  long  enslav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  Israel  shall  be  savM. 

63.     Common  Metre.     Tophidy.    J. 

Christ^s  Intercession. 

1  A  WAKE,  sweet  gratitude,  and  sing 
-^^  Th'  ascended  Saviour's  love  : 
Sing  how  he  lives  to  carry  on 

His  people's  cause  above. 

2  For  all  that  come  to  God  by  him, 

Salvation  he  demands ; 
Points  to  their  name^^  upon  his  breast, 
And  spreads  his  wounded  hands. 

3  His  sweet  atoning  sacrifice 

Gives  sanction  to  his  claim  : 
"  Father,  I  will  that  all  my  saints 
"  Be  with  me  where  I  am : 

4  ^'  By  their  salvation,  recompense 

"  The  sorrows  I  endured  ; 


AFTEll  SEHMON.  59 

*^  Just  to  the  merits  of  tljy  Son, 
"  \\n\  faithful  to  thy  word." 
5  Eternal  life,  at  his  request, 
To  every  saint  is  given  : 

Safety  on  Earlh,  and,  after  deatli, 
The  plenitude  of  Heaven. 

64.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  Besurrection  of  Christ. 

1  |:|"OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
S-M.  That  cloth'd  himself  in  clay  ; 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away ! 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away. 
And  spoird  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honour  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

"i  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  his  bless'd  abode ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  our  songs, 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


60  AFTER  SERMON. 

41  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 
Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  IramaaueFs  praise. 

65.  Common  Metre.     J. 

The  Kingdom  of  God,  not  in  word^  but  in  power. 

1  A    Form  of  words,  tho'  e'er  so  sound, 
-^^  Can  never  save  a  soul ; 

The  Holy  Ghost  must  give  the  wound, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

2  Though  God's  election  is  a  truth, 

Small  comfort  there  I  see, 
'Till  I  am  told  by  God's  own  mouth, 
That  He  has  chosen  me. 

3  Sinners,  I  read,  are  justified 

By  faith  in  Jesu's  blood  : 
But  when  to  me  that  blood's  appli'd, 
'Tis  then  I've  peace  with  God. 

4  Imputed  righteousness  I  own, 

A  doctrine  most  divine  ; 
When  Jesus  to  my  heart  makes  known. 
That  all  his  merit's  mine. 

5  To  perseverance  I  agree ; 

The  thing  to  me  is  clear ; 


AFTER  SERMON.  6t 

Because  the  Lord  has  promised  me 
That  I  shall  persevere. 

6  Thus  Christians  glorify  the  Lord  ; 
His  Spirit  joins  with  ours, 
In  bearing  witness  to  his  word, 
With  all  its  saving  pow'rs. 

66.     Common  Metre.     Edm.  Jones.     J. 
The  successful  Resolve.     Est.  iv.  16. 

1  dT^  OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
^   A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2i  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
'^  I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
''  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  ''  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
"  And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
''  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 
'^  Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4;  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
^*  W^hose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 


62  AFTER  SERMON. 

"  Perhaps  be  may  command  my  toucli. 
^^  And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"  Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
"But  if  1  perish,  I  will  pray, 
"  And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  1  2;o, 

"  I  am  resolved  to  try  : 
"  For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
"  I  must  for  ever  die.'^ 

67.     Common  Metre.     Ryland,  Jun.    J. 

Hell  the  Sinner^s  own  Place. 

i  If  ORD,  when  I  read  the  traitor's  doom 

i^  To  "  his  own  place"  consign'd, 

What  holy  humble  fear  and  hope 

Alternate  fill  my  mind ! 

'^  Traitor  to  thee  I  too  have  been, 
But  sav'd  by  matchless  grace, 
Or  else  the  lowest,  hottest  hell 
Had  surely  been  my  place. 

3  Thither  I  was  by  law  adjudged, 
And  thitherward  rush'd  on  ; 
And  there  in  my  eternal  doom 
Thy  justice  might  have  shone. 


AFTER  SERMON.  63 

4  But  lo!  (what  wondrous,  matchless  love) 

1  call  a  place  ray  own 
On  earth,  within  the  gospel  sound, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne. 

5  A  place  is  mine  among  thy  saints, 

A  place  at  J  esu's  feet, 
And  I  expect  in  heaven  a  place 
Where  saints  and  angels  meet. 

6  Blest  Lamb  of  God,  thy  sov^eign  grace 

To  all  around  I'd  tell, 
Which  made  a  place  in  glory  mine, 
Whose  just  desert  was  hell. 


68.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Disviission, 

1  "J^ATHER,  before  we  hence  depart 

-3-     Send  thy  good  Spirit  down  ; 
Let  him  reside  in  every  heart, 
And  bless  the  seed  that's  sown. 

2  Thou  fountain  of  eternal  love  ! 

Who  gav'st  thy  Son  to  die, 
O  let  thy  Spirit  from  above 
Enlighten  and  apply. 


61  AFTER  SKRMO^. 

69.     Common  Metre.    Rippon's  Coll.    J. 

Dismissiun. 

1  'WN  vain  ApoUos'  silver  tongue, 
-B-  And  PauPs  with  strains  profound. 
Diffuse  among  the  listening  throngs 
The  Gospel's  glad'ning  sound  : 

S  Jesus,  the  work  is  wholly  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew, 
Now  let  thy  sovereign  grace  divine 
Each  stubborn  soul  renew. 

70.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    J. 
The  prospect  of  Heaven  makes  death  easy. 

1  npHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

-*-    Where  saints  immortal  reign  : 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  fading  flow^'s  : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolFd  between. 


AFTER  SERMON.  65 

4  But  fearful  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  O  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love. 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore,  [flood 

71.     Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
Sanctijication  Sought. 

i  IVf  OW  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
-*-^    Who  from  the  imprisonin-i;  grave 
Restor'd  the  shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Omnipotent  to  save, 

3  Through  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood* 
Whicli  he  on  Calvary  spilt, 
To  make  th'  eternal  cov'nant  sure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built, 

8  Perfect  our  souls  in  every  grace, 
T'  accomplish  all  his  will, 

F  2 


66  AFTEE  SERMON. 

And  all  that's  pleasing  in  his  sight 
Inspire  us  to  fulfil ! 

4«  For  the  great  Mediator's  sake, 
We  for  these  blessings  pray : 
With  glory  let  his  name  be  crown'd^ 
Through  heaven's  eternal  day  ! 


72.     Common  Metre.     Rippoii's  Coll.     J. 
Praise  to  the  Lamb. 

i  T^OT  unto  us,  but  thee  alone, 
-^^    Blest  Lamb,  be  glory  given  ! 
Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 
And  carried  on  in  heaven. 

B  The  host  of  spirits  now  with  thee, 
Eeternal  anthems  sing : 
To  imitate  them  here,  lo  !   we 
Our  Hallelujahs  bring. 

3  Had  we  our  tongues  like  them  inspir'd, 

Like  theirs  our  songs  should  rise ; 
Like  them,  we  never  should  be  tir'd, 
But  love  the  sacrifice. 

4  'Till  we  the  veil  of  flesh  lay  down, 


Accept  our  weaker  lays  : 


AFTER  SERMON.  67 

And  wheu  we  reach  thy  Father's  throne^ 
We'll  give  thee  nohler  praise. 

73.     Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 
God  our  only  happiness, 

1  TVJY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
Ivi  My  everlasting  All ; 

I've  none  but  thee  in  Heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  I 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
*Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon  5 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4?  And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed, 
Amidst  the  shades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  raise  my  head, 
''riTmorning  with  my  soul. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends. 
And  health,  and  safe  abode : 
We  praise  thy  name  for  all  these  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 


68  AFTER  SEKMON. 

6  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  stars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

74.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Desiring  Assurance  of  God's  favour. 

1  10TERNAL  source  of  joys  divine, 
^"-4   To  thee  my  soul  aspires  : 

0  could  I  say,  '^  The  Lord  is  mine,*' 
'Tis  all  my  soul  desires. 

2  Thy  smile  can  give  me  real  joy, 

Untiiingled,  and  refin'd  ; 
Substantial  bliss,  without  alloy 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Thy  smiles  can  gild  the  shades  of  wo, 

Bid  stormy  trouble  cease, 
Spread  the  fair  dawn  of  heav'n  below, 
And  sweeten  pain  to  peace. 

4  My  hope,  my  trust,  my  life,  my  Lord, 

Assure  me  of  thy  love  ; 
O  speak  the  kind  transporting  word, 
And  bid  my  fear  remove. 


\iri:ii  :-Kit\?ox.  69 

fj  Then  shall  my  thankful  powers  iv^joice, 
And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Till  heavenly  transport  tunes  my  voice, 
To  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

75,     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    X 
Safety  in  God. 

1     A  KISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powew, 
-^  And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

S  He  raisM  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slipp'ry  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  bless'd  abode 

Is  walPd  around  with  grace ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

^  Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spite, 
And  all  his  legions  roar ; 


70  AFTER  SERMON 

Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  power. 

6  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  my  voice. 

And  songs  of  praises  sing  ; 

Loud  hallehijahs  shall  address 

My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

76.     Common  Metre.     J. 

For  JVew  Yearns  Day, 

1     A  ND  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
-^  Of  thy  sliort  life  is  past : 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

S  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 
Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul,  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  sure,  how  fair, 
And  what  thy  great  concern. 

4  Now  a  new  scene  of  time  begins, 

Set  out  afresh  for  Heaven  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 


see 


AFTKH  SEKMON.  71 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 
And  o»  las  ii;i*ace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heav'nly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

"T.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  S.  Stennett.    J. 

Hie  Mtraction  of  the  Cross.     (John  xii.  32.) 

1  "^ONDER— amazing  sight!— I 
-3-    Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  tlie  accursed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  liis  blood. 

S  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  : 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun ; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

S  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky 
Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ! 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
"  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive  : 
If  GoD^s  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  O  that  these  cords  of  love  divine 

Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee, 


7S  AFTER  SERMON. 

Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  sliall  he  thhie— 
Thine  it  shall  ever  he ! 

78.     Common  Metre.     ./?. 
Contritloyi. 

THOU  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humhle  sig!i ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See  !  low  hefore  thy  throne  of  grace, 

We  wretched  wanderers  mourn; 
Hast  thou  not  hid  us  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  return  ? 

3  And  shall  our  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  us  from  tliy  feet  ? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  O  shine  on  this  henighted  heart, 

With  heams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

5  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy  ; 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy. 


AFTER  SERMON.  7^ 

79.     Common  Metre.    The  Coll.    A, 
Providence, 

OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

Z  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs. 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  you  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err. 

And  scan  his  work  iu  vain : 


74  AFTER  SERMON. 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

80.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     Ji, 
Rapture, 

1  l^rom  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise, 
Jl     And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

S  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 
Shall  death  itself  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind. 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 

Tn  Heaven^s  unmeasured  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jesus  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring ; 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delights, 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 


AFTEIl  SERMON.  7^ 

81.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     Ji. 
Christian  Soilder. 

1  ]IlkRESS  uniform  the  soldiers  wear, 
m"   When  duty  calls  abroad  ; 

Not  purchased  at  their  cost  or  care, 
But  by  the  prince  bestowM.    * 

2  Christ's  soldiers  too,  if  Christ-like  bred, 

Have  regimental  dress  ; 
'Tis  linen  white,  fac'd  with  red, 
'Tis  Christ's  own  righteousness. 

3  A  rich  and  sightly  robe  it  is, 

And  to  the  soldier  dear ; 
No  rose  can  learn  to  blush  like  this. 
Nor  lily  look  so  fair. 

4  'Tis  wrought  by  Jesu's  skilful  hand, 

And  ting'd  with  his  own  blood ; 
It  makes  the  Cherubs  gazing  stand, 
To  view  this  robe  of  God. 

5  This  vesture  never  waxeth  old. 

Nor  spot  thereon  can  fall ; 
It  makes  a  soldier  brisk  and  bold, 
And  dutiful  withal. 

6  This  robe  put  on  me,  Lord,  each  day. 

And  it  shall  hide  my  shame, 


76  AFTER  SERMO.\. 

Shall  make  me  fight,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
And  bless  my  captain's  name. 

82.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     *B. 
General, 

1  ^  LORY  to  God,  who  gave  the  word 
^^  And  bid  the  preachers  cry ; 
Who  caus'd  his  will  to  be  proclaim'do 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  Lord,  ever  give  us  of  this  bread. 

And  grant  lis  ears  to  hear; 
Hearts  to  receive  the  heavenly  seed, 
And  bring  forth  fruit  with  fear. 

3  O  may  thy  word  direct  our  path, 

And  guide  our  fault'ring  feet ; 
Direct  us  in  the  living  way, 
And  to  thy  mercy  seat ! 

4  Fill  every  hungry  soul,  that  cries, 

From  thine  exhaustless  store ; 
And  let  no  one  go  empty  hence, 
But  taste,  and  pray  for  more. 

6  Let  all  thy  children.  Lord,  be  fed, 
With  the  eternal  word ; 
Be  wise,  and  stronger  grow  thereby, 
Increasing  in  the  Lord. 


AFTER  SERMON.  77 

83.    Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     Ji.. 
Ji  Godly  sorrow  for  ChrisVs  sufferings. 

1     y4  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 
-^  And  did  my  sovereign  die ; 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

S  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree. 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Saviour,  died 
For  man  his  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears. 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  tenderness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  5 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do, 

G    2 


yS  AFTER  SliRMON. 

84.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Doddridge.     J. 

Salvation  ^Approaching. 

1     A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  and  lift  your  eyes 

-^  And  raise  your  voices  liigli ; 

Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 

That  shews  salvation  nigh. 

S  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
Each  moment  brings  it  near  : 
Th«n  welcome  each  declining  day  ; 
And  each  revolving  year  ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveaPd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course  ; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

85.     Common  Metre.    Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
The  Parable  of  the  Sower.     Matt.  xiii.  3 — 10. 

1  'T^OW,   Lord,  the  heav'nly  seed    is 
-L^   Be  it  thy  servants'  care         [sown, 
Thy  heavenly  blessing  to  bring  down, 
By  humble  fervent  prayer. 


AFTER  SEUMON.  Ttl 

2  In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 

And  water  too  in  vain ; 
Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 
Send  down  thy  heav'nly  rain. 

3  Then  shall  our  cheerful  hearts  and  tongues 

Begin  this  song  divine ; 
"  Thou,  LouDjhast  given  the  rich  increase, 
^^  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

86.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.    J. 
Love  of  Christ. 

1  jTJi  JESU,  Jesu,  dearest  Lord, 
^-^  How  wondrous  is  thy  love  I 
Thy  patience,  pity,  tenderness. 
Which  I  each  moment  prove  ! 

3  O  Lord,  how  faithless  is  my  heart: 
Hew  apt  to  turn  aside, 
And  wander  in  its  own  deceits 
or  rea^sooing  and  pride  ! 

3  Yet,  dearest  Saviour,  love  me  still, 

The  poorest,  and  the  worst  ; 
For  well  I  know  where  sin  abounds, 
Thy  grace  abounds  the  most. 

4  Yet  let  me  not  thy  gvace  abuse, 

And  sin  because  thou'rt  good  ; 


80  AFTER  SERMON. 

But  let  thy  love  fill  me  with  shame. 
That  I  thy  love  withstood. 

d  On  me,  my  King,  exert  thy  power, 
Make  old  things  pass  away, 
Create  all  new,  and  draw  me  still. 
Still  nearer  ev'ry  day. 

6  I  thank  and  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord, 
For  all  that  thou  hast  done  : 
O  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am, 
For  thy  redeemed  one. 

87.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  71.)     J. 
Rejoicing  in  hope. 

i  ]|L/f  Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  friend, 
l-YJi  When  I  begin  to  praise  ; 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

S  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust. 
Thy  goodness  I  adore  ! 
Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length, 
Of  the  celestial  road ; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 


AFTER  SERMOX-  81 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

5  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  JSaviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  hath  brought  my  foes  to  shame 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers, 

With  this  delightful  song, 

I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  ihink  the  season  long. 

88.     Common  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  nipO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
-^    Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue, 

S  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach, 
What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 


8^  AFTER  SERMON, 

3  Let  wonder  still  with  love  unite, 

And  gratitude  and  joy ; 
Jesus  be  our  supreme  delight^ 
His  praise  our  best  employ. 

4  Jesus,  who  left  his  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die: — 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

5  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee ; 

May  ev'ry  heart  with  rapture  say, 

"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

6  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

89.    Common  Metre.    Steele.    J. 
Watchfulness  and  prayer,  (Matt.-xxvi.  41.) 

1  A  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 
-lMl.  What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  Heaven,  O  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray, 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears ! 


AFTER  SERMON.  83 

My  weak  resistance,  ah  !  how  vain  ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears. 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Tho'  trembling  and  afraid. 

i  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirits  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  When  ere  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart. 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

90.  Common  Metre.     The  Coll.    J. 
The  Sinner  converted. 

I  FT  I  reflect  upon  thy  grace, 
With  tears  of  thankfulness. 
Which  calPd  me  from  my  native  place; 
The  world's  wide  wilderness. 


84t  AFTER  SERMON. 

S  My  precious  time  I  vainly  spent, 
Subject  to  nature's  sway  ; 
My  corrupt,  carnal  will  was  bent 
Its  motion  to  obey. 

3  Thick  darkness  overspread  my  mind, 

I  stumbled  iu  the  night ; 
All  my  affections  were  inclin'd 
To  creaturely  delight. 

4  God  saw  me  in  this  wretched  case^ 

A  slave  to  base  desire  ; 
And,  by  an  act  of  special  grace, 
The  brand  pluck'd  from  the  fire. 

5  O  may  a  sense  of  mercies  past, 

Stir  up  ray  soul  to  praise ; 
And  whet  my  appetite  to  taste 
Thy  larger  draughts  of  grace. 

91.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.    J. 

The  Believer^s  Hope. 

JE  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 


1  'WS. 
3  El 


That  promised  Heav'n  to  me  ; 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above^ 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

S  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand. 
Then  come  the  joyful  day ! 


AFTEK  SERMON-  85 

Come  death  and  some  celestial  band  ! 
To  bear  ray  soul  away. 

3  Then,  my  beloved,  take  my  soul 
Up  to  thy  blest  abode ; 
That  face  to  face  I  may  behold 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

4!  God  has  laid  up  in  Heav'n  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge  at  the  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  bead. 

;1  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 
This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  see 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

92.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.  J. 
The  Christianas  Expectation, 

1  ^  OD  of  all  consolation,  take 
^^  The  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 

In  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Not  unto  us,  but  thee,  O  Lord, 

Glory  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
For  ev'ry  gracious  thought  and  word, 
That  brought  us  nearer  Heav'n. 


86  AFTER    SERMON . 

3  Our  souls  are  in  his  mighty  hand, 

And  he  will  keep  them  still  5 
And  you  and  I  shall  surely  stand 
With  him  on  Zion's  hill. 

4  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  shall  see, 

Our  face,  like  his,  shall  shine  ; 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  saints  and  angels  join ! 

5  O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there, 

In  robes  of  white  arrayM ; 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  shall  bear, 
And  crowns  upon  our  head  ! 

5  Then  let  us  earnestly  contend, 
And  fight  our  passage  thro'  ; 
Bear  in  our  faithful  mind  the  end, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 

93.     Common  Metre.  The  Coll.     J. 
Breathing  after  Heavenly  ndngs. 

1  npO  thee,  my  God,  I  hourly  sigh, 
-*"  But  not  for  golden  stores  ; 
Nor  covet  I  the  brightest  gems, 
On  the  rich  eastern  shores. 

S  Nor  that  deluding  empty  joy, 
Men  call  a  mighty  name ; 


AFTER   SERMON.  87 

Nor  greatness  in  its  gayest  forms, 
My  restless  thoughts  inflame. 

3  Nor  pleasure's  soft  enticing  charms, 
My  fond  desires  allure , 
Far  greater  things  than  earth  can  yield 
My  wishes  would  secure. 

A  Those  blissful,  those  transporting  smiles, 
That  brighten  Heaven  above ; 
The  boundless  riches  of  thy  grace, 
And  treasures  of  thy  love. 

,^.  These  are  the  mighty  things  I  crave  : 

0  !  make  these  blessings  mine ; 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  world 

1  gladly  will  resign, 

94.    Common  Metre.  The  Coll.    J, 
Tribulation, 

i  ^fl^HE  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press 
-^   Must  fix  this  firm  and  sure, 
That  tribulation,  more  or  less. 
They  must  and  shall  endure. 

S  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt ; 
'Tis  God's  own  wise  decree : 
Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt^ 
Nor  is  the  strongest  free. 


88  AFTER   SERMON. 

3  The  world  opposes  from  without, 

And  unbelief  within : 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 

4  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up, 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow, 
'Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop. 
And  down  we  sink  as  low. 

5  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares 

To  catch  the  wandering  heart ; 
And  seldom  do  we  see  the  snares. 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify ; 

Pursue  the  narrow  path  ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with  stedfast  eye, 
And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 

7  Tho'  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong ; 

His  promises  are  true  ; 
We  shall  be  conquerors  all  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 
95.  ,  Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    J. 
Trials  overcome  by  Hope, 

1  "^^JI^HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
»  ▼    To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


AFTER  SERxMON.  §9 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurPd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come^ 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  Heav'n,  my  All : 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


96.    Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Submission. 

i  "^^AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came 
-L^   And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

S  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy. 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borrowM  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

H    2 


90  AFTER  SERMON. 

2  ^Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  2;rave ; 
He  gives,  and  (blessed  be  his  name !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then^ 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

97.     Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts  Serm.    J. 
Holy  Fortitude, 

1     A  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
•^  A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speake  his  name  ? 

3  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  ilowery  beds  of  ease  ; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  saiPd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 


AFTER  SERMON.  91 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

98.    Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    J. 
Invitation, 
ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 


L 


And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

Come  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls 
That  feed  upon  the  wind. 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  ; 


92  AFTER  SERMON. 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviviog  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

99.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  1.)     Dr.  Watts.    J. 

The  way  and  the  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked, 

1  "|3  LEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 
-B-9   Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  seoil'er's  seat. 

S  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delisjht ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  vvord^ 
And  meditates  by  night. 

S  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 
Shall  hie  profession  shine  ; 


AFTER  SERMON.  93 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 
Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

4  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust ; 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 
Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 

5  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Amongsi,  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

6  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  f?pproves  it  well; 
But  cro«)ked  ways  of  sinners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

100.    Common  Metre.    The  Coll.    X 
J.  prayer  for  Faith. 
1  ir^  ATV?Ei%  I  stretch  ray  hands  to  thee, 
-*L     No  other  help  t  know; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go  ! 

3  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure. 
Before  I  drew  ray  breath  ? 
What  pain,  what  labour,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death ! 


94  AFTER  SERMON. 

3  0  Jesus,  could  1  thus  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  receive 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  A  uthor  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 

O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift ! 

My  soul  without  it  dies  1 

101.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  Zech.  xiii.  1.  J, 
Fountain  opened, 

1  TLSTOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 
-^-^  Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

5  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  God's  sacred  word ; 
"  Uo  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
"  And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  0  may  we  hear  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  run  to  this  relief; 
We  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 
O  !  help  our  unbelief. 

4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Teach  us,  0  Lord  !  to  fly : 


AFTER  SERMON.  95 

There  may  we  wash  our  spotted  souls 
From  crimes  of  deepest  die  ! 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King ! 

Our  reigning  sins  subdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 
And  form  our  souls  anew. 

6  Poor,  guilty,  weak  and  helpless  worms, 

On  thy  kind  arm  we  fall ; 
Be  thou  our  strength  and  righteousness. 
Our  Jesus,  and  our  All. 

102.     Common  Metre.    The  Coll.     J. 
Reneiving  Grace. 

1  TTRSU,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 
•^    The  weary  sinner's  friend  ; 
Come  to  my  help,  pronounce  the  word, 

Bid  my  corruptions  end. 

2  Thou  canst  overcome  this  heart  of  mine. 

Thou  canst  victorious  prove  ; 
For  everlasting  strength  is  thine. 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  Thy  powerful  Spirit  can  subdue 

Unconquerable  sin  : 
Cleanse  my  foul  heart,  and  make  it  clean, 
Ai^d  write  thy  law  within. 


Qiy  AFTER  SERMON. 

1  Speak,  and  the  deaf  shall  hear  thy  voice, 

The  blind  his  sight  receive  ; 
The  dumb  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
The  heart  of  stone  believe. 

5  The  jEthiop  then  shall  change  his  skin, 
The  dead  shall  feel  thy  power ; 
The  loathsome  leper  shall  be  clean, 
And  I  shall  sin  abhor. 

103.    Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
The  pressure  of  sin, 

THAT  ray  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 

O  that  T  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesu's  feet  to  lay  me  down. 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesu's  feet ! 

2  When  shall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  see  ! 
Weary,  O  LoaD,  thou  know'st  I  am  ; 
Yet  still  1  cannot  come  to  thee. 

8  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 
Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

4)  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 
My  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release  5 


AFTER    SERMON.  97 

Briug  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  bour^ 
And  nil  me  with  thy  heavenly  peace. 

0  Come,  Loud,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Let  not  my  Jesus  long  delay ; 
Appear,  in  my  hard  heart  appear, 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

104.    Common  Metre.     (Ps.  51.)     J". 
Original  and  actual  sin  confessed, 

1  "IT  ORD,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 
-"  And  guilt  before  thine  eyes ; 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace, 

How  high  my  crimes  arise ! 

2  I  from  the  stock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean ; 
All  my  original  is  shame, 
And  all  my  nature  sin. 

3  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath ; 
And  as  my  days  advanced,  I  grew 
A  juster  prey  for  death. 

4  Cleanse  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  spirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  sins  remove. 


98  A^TER  SERMON. 

5  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart. 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

6  Then  shall  I  make  thy  mercy  known, 

Before  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

105.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  126.)     J. 

The  joy  of  Conversion. 

1  "WIjThen  God  reveaPd  his  gracious  name 
▼  ▼     And  chang'd  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream. 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

S  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change. 
And  did  thy  hand  confess  : 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cried. 
And  own'd  the  power  divine  ; 
Great  is  the  work,  my  heart  reply 'd. 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4?  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 


AFTER  SERMON.  99 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrows  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harvest  come ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 

It  shan't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

106.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    J. 

Ji  Living  and  Dead  Faith, 

1  IV/jr  1ST  AKEN  souls!  that  dream  of  hcav'n, 
^M.  And  make  their  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love ; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 


100  AFTER  SERMON. 

4:  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
By  a  celestial  power ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

107*    Common  Metre.    The  Coll.    J". 
Renewing  Grace,    Ezek.  xxxvi.  26. 

1  A  LMIGHTY  God  of  truth  and  love, 
-^  In  me  thy  power  exert ; 

The  mountain  from  my  soul  remove, 
The  hardness  of  my  heart : 

My  most  obdurate  heart  subdue, 
In  honour  to  thy  Son, 

And  now  the  gracious  wonder  shew, 
And  take  away  the  stone. 

2  I  want  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near  : 
I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  vain  desire. 
To  catch  the  wand'rings  of  my  will, 

And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  depart, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve  5 


AFTER  SEKMOK.  101 

The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give  : 

Quick  as  the  apple  of  au  eye, 
O  God  !  my  conscience  make : 

Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

108.     Common  Metre.    The  Coll.        J, 
The  Heavenly  Chiest,    Rev.  iii.  20. 

1  A  ND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
-^  To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 

Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand. 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  my  heart 

UnmovM  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd? 

4  'Tis  sin,  alas  !   with  tyrant  power, 

The  lodging  has  possess'd  ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heavenly  guest. 


JOS  AFTER  SERMON. 

5  Lord,  rise  in  thy  all  conqu'ring  grace, 

Thy  mighty  power  display ; 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

6  Ye  dangerous  inmates,  hence  depart; 

Dear  Saviour,  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  of  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  ev'ry  sin. 

109.     Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     J. 
TFeakness  Bewailed. 
HY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 


My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
^  'With  thee,  no  more  by  night? 

Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love. 

As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  worldi  employs 


AFTER  SERMON.  lOo 

Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  soul, 
That  I  should  leave  thee  so: 

Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll* 
That  let  a  Saviour  go? 

110.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  2.)     J. 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ. 

WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 
An!  tread  his  g  tspel  down? 

The  Lord  i]mt  sits  above  the  skies, 

Derides  their  rage  below  : 
He  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes. 

And  strikes  their  spirits  through. 

"  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 
"  And  raise  him  from  the  dead  ; 

^'  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
^^  And  will  his  kingdom  spread, 

"  Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
''  The  utmost  heathen  lands  : 

*^  Thy  rod  of  iron  shall  destroy 
^^  The  rebel  that  withstands.'' 


101'  AFTER  SERMON. 

5  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  Heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  address  his  throne ; 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

111.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  27.)      J, 
Prayer  and  Hope. 

OON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  reply'd,  without  delay, 

"  I'll  seek  mv  Father's  face." 

•• 

;^  Let  not  tliy  face  be  hid  from  me. 
Nor  frown  my  soul  away  : 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
Li  a  distressing  day. 

8  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die. 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care. 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief* 
Had  not  ray  soul  believ'd, 


AFTER    SERltfON.  lOf* 

To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deeeivM. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints. 
And  keep  your  courage  up  : 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints^ 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

112.    Common  iMetre.    Dr.  Watts.    X 
Complaint  of  spiritual  Sloth, 

1  IVJ^  drowsy  pow'rs,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
1.vjL  Awake,  my  sluggish  soul !  '^ 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

S  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  to  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  laboured  for  our  good, 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood ! 


i06 


AFTER  SERMON. 


6  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 
And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  tii'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 
Upward  our  souls  shall  rise  ; 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

113.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Bifff'rent  success  of  the  Gospel. 
i  ipHlllST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme: 
^  The  myst^'ies  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews  esteem, 
And  folly  in  the  Greek. 

S  But  souls  enlightened  from  ahovc  ' 
With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love. 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

2  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 
Restores  their  fainting  hreath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 
Like  show'rs  of  heavenly  rain. 


AFTER  SERMON.  107 

Iq  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

1 14.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    Ji, 
A  Sympathising  Saviour* 

1  ^^i^^lTH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

▼  ▼     Of  our  high  Priest  above; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Toueh'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  iinows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks. 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power. 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
la  the  distressing  hour. 


lOS  AFTER  SERMON. 


115.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     w3. 

Deadness^  under  the  Word. 

1  IT  ONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
-BlA  Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

S  Oft  1  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
I  And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 

(.       How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
I  My  mem'ry  can  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 
How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
y       How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
1:  How  few  affections  there  ! 


4  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  power  impart 
To  give  thy  word  success ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

:5  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


AFTER  SERMON.  100 

116.     Common  Metre.     J>r.  Watts.    A. 
Flesh  and  Spirit, 

1  "^TS/^HAT  difl'reut  powers  of  grace  and 

▼  ▼     Attend  our  mortal  state  !  [sin 

1  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  w  orks  1  hate. 

2  Now  1  complain,  and  groan,  and  die. 

While  sin  and  satan  reign  ; 
Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high;, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darkness  struggles  with  the  light, 

'Till  perfect  day  arise ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight, 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flesh  and  spirit  strive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace ; 
But  I  shall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  sin  for  ever  cease. 

117.     Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    j3. 

Justification  by  Christ  only, 

I  "^TAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
▼     On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean. 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 


110  AFIEU  SERMON. 

S  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 
Without  a  niuimMng;  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  ildam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

S  Li  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 
To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust. 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

118.     Common  Metre.     Hart.    ^. 
Perseverance. 

^  njpHE  sinner  that  by  precious  faith 
-*-   Has  felt  his  sins  forgiv'n, 
Is  from  that  moment  pass'd  from  death 
And  seaFd  an  lieir  of  Heaven. 

^  Tho'  thousand  snares  inclose  his  feet, 
Not  one  shall  hold  him  fast ; 
Whatever  dangers  he  may  meet, 
He  shall  get  safe  at  last. 

B  Not  as  the  world  the  Saviour  gives. 
He  is  no  fickle  friend  : 


AFTER  SERMON.  Itl 

Whom  once  he  loves,  he  never  leaves ; 
But  loves  him  to  the  end. 

4  For  Christ  in  ev'ry  age  has  provM 

His  purchase  firra  and  time ; 
If  this  foundation  be  reoiov'd, 
What  shall  the  righteous  do  ? 

5  Brethren,  by  this  your  claim  abide, 

This  title  to  your  bliss  : 
Whatever  loss  you  bear  beside, 
O  !   never  give  up  this. 

119.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J, 
Repentance, 

1  tf^H,  if  my  soul  was  formM  for  wo, 
^^  How  would  I  vent  my  sighs! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow, 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

S  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 
Hung  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  O,  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 
That  crucify'd  my  God  ; 
Those  sins  thatpierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 


11^  AFTER  SERMON. 

1-  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 
My  heart  hath  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  those  guilty  things, 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilst  with  a  melting  broken  heart 
My  murdered  Lord  [  view, 
Fll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 

120.     Common  Metre.    The  Coll.    Ji. 
Pptition. 

DE  ARESTXord,  give  me  an  heart 
Iniiam'd  with  love  to  thee  ; 
That  thro'  thy  tedious  toil  and  smart, 
My  soul  may  happy  be. 

I  want,  O  Lord,  from  sin  to  flee, 
And  in  thy  wounds  to  rest ; 

Bid  me  by  faith  come  near  to  thee. 
And  lean  upon  thy  breast. 

Still  let  a  sense  of  what  thou'st  done 

In  my  hard  heart  be  felt. 
That  by  the  love  to  me  thou'st  shewn 

My  inmost  soul  may  melt. 

O  may  I  never,  never  faint. 
Refreshed  by  streams  of  love  ; 


AFTER  SERMON.  113 

Till,  in  thy  glory,  as  a  saint, 
I  live  with  those  above. 

5  O  may  I  now  my  all  give  up 
To  thee,  my  dearest  Lord  ; 
And  wait  with  all  thy  saints  to  sup 
Around  the  festal  board. 

121.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.  A 
The  Christian  happy, 

1  HtJOW  happy  is  the  christian's  state, 
-*-3-  His  sins  are  all  forgiv'n  ; 
A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace. 
And  lifts  his  hopes  to  heav'n. 

S  Tho'  in  the  rugged  paths  of  life, 
He  heaves  the  pensive  high  ; 
Yet,  trusting  in  his  God,  he  finds 
Delivering  grace  is  nigh. 

8  If,  to  prevent  his  wandering  steps. 
He  feels  the  chast'ning  rod  ; 
The  gentle  stroke  shall  bring  him  back 
To  his  forgiving  God. 

4  And  when  the  welcome  message  comes. 
To  call  his  soul  away  ; 
His  soul,  in  raptures,  shall  ascend 
To  everlasting  day. 


114  AFTER  SERMON. 

1^.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.    Ji. 

Sensp.  of  Pardon  desired. 

1  ^  I  ''H Y  presence,  Saviour,  may  I  feel, 
-"^     O  stamp  me  with  thy  Sp'nh's  seal ; 
Lord,  seal  my  pardon  with  ihy  idood, 
And  let  me  know  I'm  born  of  (^od. 

S  One  precious  drop.  Lord  Je  us,  grant, 
O  !  for  one  precious  dtop  I  j)ant  I 
By  faith  apply  tliy  healing  biood, 
That  1  may  cry,  My  Lord,  my  God. 

3  Sprinkle  it  on  my  conscience,  Lord, 
O  let  me  hear  the  powerful  word 
That  rais'd  the  dead,  and  cheers  the  soul, 
And  makes  the  sin-sick  sinner  whole. 

4  And  when  this  mortal  life  is  o'er, 
And  pain  and  sinning  is  no  more, 
Receive  my  snnl  to  thy  bless'd  home  : 
O  come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come! 

123.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     d. 

Preparing  for  Death, 

iFT  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul. 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  am  1 
Prepared,  should  1  be  calPd  to  die ! 


AFTER  SERMON.  115 

S  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death  : 
boon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then  leaving  all  I  love  below, 
To  Ood's  tribunal  I  must  go  ; 

Must  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  fate.< 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

4  But  could  1  bear  to  hear  him  say, 
*'  Depart,  accursed,  far  away ; 
With  devils  in  the  lowest  hell 
Thou  art  for  ever  doom'd  to  dwell  ?'* 

5  Lord  Jesus  !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee ; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give. 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  in  me  live. 

6  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

7  Rather  ray  spirit  would  rejoice, 
And  wait  impatient  for  thy  voice  ; 
Gl  .d  when  it  bids  me  earth  resign. 
Secure  of  heaven  if  thou  art  mine. 


tl6  AFTER   SERMON. 

124.     Long  Metre.    Addison.     J. 
The  Heavens  declare  the  Glory  of  God, 

1  'ipHE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

-1    With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame. 
Their  gre?lt  original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display  ; 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land, 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail. 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And,  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth : 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll. 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound, 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found ! 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 


AFTER  SERMON  117 

For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 

^'  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

125.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  56.)     J. 
Protection  and  Grace. 

1   Ti/pTY  God,  in  v\^hom  are  all  the  springs 
XViLof  boundless  love  &:  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  t)eneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

3  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform ; 
He  sends  his  angel  from  the  sky, 
And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  Heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise ; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains. 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 


118  AFTER  SERMON. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell : 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

126.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  85.)     J. 
Mercy  and  Truth  met, 

1   a  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

•^  The  souls  that  fear  &  trust  the  Lord  :  1 
And  grace  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  aftbrd. 

S  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met. 
Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from 
By  his  obedience  so  complete,   [heaven  ; 
Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  shall  abound, 
lieligion  dwell  on  earth  again. 
And  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground,  ^ 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign.  ] 

4*  His  righteousness  is  gone  before. 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God  ; 
Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps^  and  keep  the  road. 


AFTER  SERMON.  119 


127.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.     A. 

Jl  dying  Saviour. 

1  XJE  dies  !  the  heav'nly  lover  dies  ! 
-3^  The  tidings  strike  a  doleful  sound 
On  my  poor  heart-strings  :  deep  he  lies, 
In  the  cold  caverns  of  the  ground. 

S  Come  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  tw^o, 
On  the  dear  bosom  of  your  Gon; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  low !  what  sudden  joys  I  see  ! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  spoiPd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  live  for  ever  wondrous  King  ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ! 
Then  ask  the  monster,  where's  his  sting, 
And  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 


ISO  AFTER  SERMON. 

128.     Long  Metre.     Steele.     ^. 
Pardon  and  Rest  for  the  weary  Soul. 

1  ^  OME,  weary  souls  with  sin  distrest, 
^-^  Come  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

S  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes, 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  ! 

'i  Lord  we  accept  with  thankful  hearts, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  word  imparts  ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast^ 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 


AFTER  SERMON.  1^1 

129.    Long  Metre.    Doddridge.    •^. 

Chusing  the  better  Part. 

i  IDESET  with  snares  on  every  bafld, 

-"  In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand  : 

Saviour  divine  diffuse  thy  lii^ht, 

To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

S  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part ; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day. 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise  : 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 

130.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poem.     Jl. 
Love  to  God, 

i  jT^E  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
^-^  Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 
Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
The  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 


Igg  AFTER  SERMON. 

S  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 
There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove ; 
Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  tires  our  love. 

3  While  of  thy  absence  we  complain, 
And  long,  or  weep,  in  all  we  do, 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness  too. 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 
Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night 

For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  love. 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  our  Gtod,  yet  rather  come,  | 
Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face; 
'Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home. 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 

131.     Long  Metre.       (Ps.  24.)     A, 

Saints  dwell  in  Heaven, 

1  ^THHIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
-*-  And  men  &  worms  &  beasts  &  birds, 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  pi  ice. 

S  But  th  re's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky ; 


AFTER  SERMON.  1S3 

Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin,  [clean  ; 
Whose  heart  is  pure,   whose  hands  are 
Him  shall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  bless, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  : 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 

132.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  32.)     A. 
Pardon. 

1  "IJ^LESs^D  is  the  man,  forever  bless'd, 
-3-9  Whose  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confessed. 
And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

^  Bless'd  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free ; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 


1S4  AFTER  SERMON, 

4?  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
That  blots  and  eaaeels  all  his  sins  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Thro'  his  whole  life  appears  and  shines 

133.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    *4. 
Misimprovement  of  Time. 

1  inrOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life ! 
-*--*'  How  vast  our  souFs  aifairs  I 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

S  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along. 
Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 
Rut  we  march  heedless  on, 
And,  ever  hast'ning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 
1  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 
That  slight  the  joys  above  ! 
Wh.it  chains  of  vengeance  should  we 
That  break  such  cords  of  love  !  [feel, 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  sovereign  grace, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 


AFTER  SERMON.  Ig^ 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

134.     Long  Metre.      Dr.  A^atts.     A. 
Glory  and  Grace  in  the  person  of  Christ. 

1  1^0  W  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ; 
-L^  Awake,  my  soul ;  awake,  my  tongue; 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

S  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesu's  face. 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone, 

Z  Yes,  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands. 
The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands  ; 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes, 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

4  Grace  !  His  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesu^s  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 

Ye  heav'ns  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

5  O,  may  I  live  to  see  the  place. 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  on  harps  of  gold. 

L     2 


126  AFTER  SERMON. 

135.    Lons:  Metre.     Dr.  Watts,    wfl. 


'o 


Desiring  the  Divine  presence, 

1  lOirE  are  a  garden  walFd  around,  , 

▼  ▼  Chosen  and  made  peculiar  ground ; 
A  little  spot  inclos'd  by  ^race 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wilderness. 

S  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  standi 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand ; 
And  all  his  springs  in  Zion  flow  i 

To  make  this  young  plantation  grow.         ; 

3  Awake,  O  heavenly  wind,  and  come. 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume; 
Spirit  divine  !  descend,  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad 
To  entertain  our  Saviouir  God  ; 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  every  grace  be  active  here. 

136.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  138.)     J. 
Confidence^ 

1  ^^t^ith  all  my  powers  of  heart  &  tongue-^ 
^  ^  I'll  praise  my  M^iker  with  my  song : 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  rai^^e, 
Approve  the  song^  and  join  the  praise. 


AFTER  SERMON.  £gy 

2  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord ; 
V\\  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  : 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

3  To  God  I  cried  when  trouble  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdu'd  my  foes : 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  thro'  all  my  soul 

4  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

5  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins : 
To  save  from  sorrow,  or  from  sins  : 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

137.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     .i. 

Completeness  of  Christ. 

1  ILT  iND  is  the  speech  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
-»^  Affection  sounds  in  ev'ry  word ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chosen  one,  he  cries, 
Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties." 

2  Sweet  is  thy  voice,  dear  Lord,  to  me, 
"  1  will  behold  no  spot  in  thee  ;" 


128  AFTER  SERMON. 

What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
That  pats  a  comeliness  on  worms ! 

3  Defil'd  and  loathsome  as  we  are, 
Thou  mak'st  us  white,  and  cali'st  ns  fair; 
Adorn'st  us  with  thy  heav'nly  dress, 
Thy  graces  and  thy  righteousness. 

4  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise, 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies  ; 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove. 
To  dwell  for  ever  in  thy  love ! 

138.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.    A, 
The  sinner^s  Prayer. 

1  '^nSTHEx,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  b# 

▼  ▼^     That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee : 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  east  the  world  and  flesh  behind ; 
An  helpless  soul,  I  come  to  thee, 
With  only  sin  and  misery, 

Z  Lord,  I  am  sick,  my  sickness  cure ; 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor  : 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  stoop, 
Q  lift  the  abject  sinner  up. 


AFTER  SERMON.  1^9 

4  Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  sight ; 
Lord,  I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might ; 
An  helper  of  the  helpless  be, 
And  let  me  find  my  All  in  thee. 

139.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Trust  in  God  under  Difficulties, 

1  "'^^HY,  O  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares, 

▼  ▼     Why  these  tumultuous  sick'ning 

fears  ? 
Why  thus  all  pensive  and  forlorn, 
Dost  thou  thy  thick'ning  troubles  mourn  ? 

2  When  threatening  storms  around  thee  rise 
And  low'ring  tempests  spread  the  skies, 
On  God,  my  soul,  thy  burden  cast. 
And  seek  in  him  a  peaceful  rest. 

3  If  falsehood  and  deceit  abound. 
And  envy's  darts  in  secret  wound, 
If  earthly  springs  of  comfort  dry, 
And  ev'ry  blooming  joy  should  die ; 

f  Silent  V\\  bear  thy  chast'uing  rod. 
Thy  just  displeasure,  O  my  Grod  ! 
On  thee  I'll  wait  with  eager  eyes. 
To  thee  my  pray'r  with  hope  shall  rise- 


130  AFTER  SERMON. 

5  Yes,  I  shall  hear  thy  cheering  voice ; 
In  thee  my  soul  shall  yet  rejoice ; 
Thou  wilt  reveal  thy  smiling  face,  | 
And  hence  these  gloomy  horrors  chase.  ^ 

6  Thou  art  my  Saviour,  thou  my  God  ! 
Thy  grace  will  I  proclaim  abroad  ; 
That  grace  which  hears  my  guilt  away, 
And  turns  the  blackest  night  to  day. 

140.    Long  Metre.    The  Coll.    J. 
Christ  the  only  Saviour. 

i  "1"  ONG  did  my  soul  in  Jesu's  form 
jL^  No  comeliness  nor  beauty  see  ; 
His  sacred  name  by  others  prized, 
Was  tasteless  still  and  dead  to  me. 

S  Men  cali'd  me  christian,  and  my  heart 
On  that  delusion  fondly  stayM  ; 
Moral  my  hopes,  my  Saviour  self, 
Till  mighty  grace  the  cheat  displayed. 

3  Thanks  to  the  hand  that  wak'd  my  dream, 
That  shew'd  me  wretched,  naked,  poor : 
That  sweetly  led  me  to  the  rock. 
Where  all  salvation  stands  secure. 


AFTER  SERMON.  131 

4  Glad,  T  forsook  my  righteous  pride, 
My  moral,  tainish'd,  siulul  dress ; 
Exchanged  my  dross  away  for  (  hrist, 
And  found  the  robe  of  righteousness. 

141.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  145.)     X 
The  Heart  devoted  to  God, 

1  "jPi/l  Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
-^■^   Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

5  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  ev'ry  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

4  But  w  ho  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ! 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ! 
Yast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise ! 


13S  AFTER  SERMON. 

142.    Long  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    J. 
God^s  promise  unchangeable.     Heb.  vi.  17,  19. 
1  ini  OW  oft  have  sin  and  satan  strove 
-El  To  rend  my  soul  from  thee  my  God : 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

S  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace : 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  Heav'n  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 
My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 

4j  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  Grod 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

143.     Long  Metre.     Cennick.    J, 

The  way  to  Canaan, 

1    ITESUS,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone ; 
^..  He,  whom  I  fix  my  hope  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  Til  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 


AFTER  SERMON.  133 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  high  way  of  holiness 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

8  This  is  the  way  1  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been. 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
1  sinn'd  and  stumbled  yet'  the  more  ; 
Till  late  1  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  vvay.'^ 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  i  thee  can  give, 
Nothins;  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  poor  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

144.    Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.     J. 
The  Law  and  Gospel. 

1  "  ^URST  be  the  man  for  ever  curst, 
^  "  That  doth  one  wilful  sin  commit: 


134  AFTER  SERMON. 

"  Death  and  damnation  for  the  first, 
^'  Without  relief  and  infinite." 

2  Thus  Sinai  roars ;  and  round  the  earth 
Thunder,  and  fire,  and  vengeance  flings  ;,  i 
But,  Jesus,  thy  dear  gasping  breath 
And  Calvary,  say  gentler  things. 

3  "  Pardon  and  grace,  and  boundless  love  | 
"  Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood, 

^'  And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
*^  Obtained  by  a  dear  bleeding  God." 

4  Hark,  how  he  prays,  (the  charming  sound 
Dwells  on  his  dying  lips)  "  Forgive ;" 
And  every  groan  and  gaping  wound 
Cries,  "  Father,  let  the  rebels  live." 

5  Go,  you  that  rest  upon  the  law, 
And  toil  and  seek  salvation  there^ 
Look  to  the  flame  that  Moses  saw, 
And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair. 

6  But'  I'll  retire  beneath  the  cross, 
Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I  lie ; 

And  the  keen  sword  that  justice  draws. 
Flaming  and  red,  shall  pass  me  by. 


AFTER    SERMON.  135 

145.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Invitation. 

1   QINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word, 
*^   Haste  to  the  supper  of  your  Lord  ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

S  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  kiss  his  lafe  returning  son ; 
Ready  the  loving  Saviour  stands. 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
Just  now  the  stony  heart  to  move ; 

T'  apply,  and  witness  with  that  blood, 
And  wash,  and  seal  you  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  au^jels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate  : 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  Come  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
To  happiness  in  Christ  restor'd  ; 
His  prolTer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  taste  the  fulness  of  his  grace. 


136  AFTER  SERMOJS. 

146.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J, 

The  almost  Christian, 
1  10  ROAD  is  the  road  tliat  leads  to  death, 
JlB   And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shews  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

%  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross, 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

S  The  fearful  soul,  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  damnation  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain. 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain. 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

147.    Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     (Ps.  51.)     J.    | 
True  Penitence.  * 

1  QHEW  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive  ! 
1^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 


AFTER  SERMON.  137 

S  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God  !   thy  nature  has  no  hound, 
So  let  tliy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  !  wash  ray  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

[147.]     Long  Metre.    The  Coll.     J. 
The  stony  Heart. 
1  jT^  !  FOR  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day. 


To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away, 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

S  The  rocks  can  rent ;  the  earth  can  quake; 
The  seas  can  roar;  the  mountainis  shaka ; 

M  2 


13^  AFTER  SERxMON. 

Of  feeling  all  things  shew  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line. 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too  unmovM  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought!)  which  devils  fear: 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine. 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  someihing  yet  can  do  the  deed. 
And  that  dear  something  much  I  need : 
O  !  may  thy  Spirit  now  refine 

From  dross,  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

148.    Long  Metre.    The  Coll.     X 
Satan  repulsed. 

1  ?r|iis  false  :  thou  vile  accuser  go, 

-H-    I  see  through  all  the  thin  disguise. 
Back  to  thy  native  realms  below, 
Tbou  parent  of  deceit  and  lies  ! 

2  Think  not  to  drive  my  trembling  soul, 
Laden  with  guilt,  to  black  despair : 
Hast  thou  surveyed  the  sacred  roll. 
And  found  my  name  not  written  there  ? 


AITER  SERMON.  l-".^ 

3  Preeumptuous  thought!  to  fix  thebouii<j< 
To  limit  mercy's  sovereign  reigu  : 
What  other  happy  souls  have  found 
I'll  seek,  nor  shall  1  seek  in  vain. 

4  I  own  my  guilt,  thy  charge  confess, 
Nor  can  thy  malice  make  it  more ; 
Of  crimes  already  numberless, 
Vain  the  attempt  to  swell  the  score. 

5  Set  the  black  list  before  my  sight ; 
AVhile  I  remember  Jesus  died, 
'Twill  only  urge  my  speedier  flight, 
To  seek  salvation  at  his  side. 

6  Low  at  his  feet  I'll  cast  me  down, 
To  him  reveal  my  grief  and  fear ; 
And  if  he  spurns  me  from  his  throne, 
I'll  be  the  first  who  perish  there. 

149.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Remembering  our  Latter  end. 

1  l^OW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
-»-^    Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
Behold,  the  months  come  hast'ning  on 
When  you  shall  say,  my  joys  are  gone. 

3  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
leaden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 


110  AFTER  SEPtMON. 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell ; 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell ! 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love* 

150.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  love  of  Christ  shed  abroad  in  the  heart, 

1  j]M  OME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
^J  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and 

length, 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 


AFTER  SERMON.  141 

Be  everlasting  honour  done 

By  all  the  church,  thiV  Christ  his  Sod. 

151.    Long  Metre.     Hart.     J. 

1  "jnjUSMiss  US  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
^^  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  heen  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

3  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesu's  blood; 
Give  ev'ry  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace, 

152.    Long  Metre.    %/. 

1  A  LL  gracious  God  thy  people  bless, 
-^  Enrich  their  souls  with  ev'ry  grace; 
May  all  receive  thy  precious  word. 
Ascribing  glory  to  the  Lord. 

2  Let  careless  sinners  now  attend. 
Before  the  means  and  life  shall  end ! 
Excite  attention  to  thy  voice, 

And  bid  the  troubled  soul  rejoice. 

S  Though  from  thy  temple  we  depart, 
Yet  deign  to  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart ; 
Keep  us  in  all  our  ways,  and  be 
Our  portion  to  eternity. 


14S  AFTER  SERMON. 


153.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.  Jl 


The  Mysteries  of  Providence. 

1  IT  ORD  bow  mysterious  are  thy  ways  ? 
J*-^  How  blind  are  we,  bow  mean  our 

praise  ! 
Thy  steps  can  mortal  eyes  explore  ? 
^Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

S  Thy  deep  decrees  from  creature  sight 
Are  bid  in  shades  of  awful  night; 
An.id  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel-minds  presume  to  pry. 

3  Great  God  !  I  would  not  ask  to  see 
What  in  futurity  shall  be  ; 

If  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praise. 

4  Is  darkness  and  distress  my  share? 
Then  let  me  trust  thy  guardian  care ; 
Enough  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  thro'  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

5  Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below, 

That  Christ  is  mine  ;  this  great  request 
Grant,  bounteous  God,  and  I  am  blest. 


AFTER    SERMON.  143 

154.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 

^  Prayer. 

1  lipE  with  me  Lord,  where'er  I  go ; 
-S^  Learn  me  what  thoa  wouldst  have 

me  do ; 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say  5 
Direct  me  iu  the  narrow  way. 

2  Prevent  me,  lest  I  harbour  pride, 
Lest  I  in  my  own  strength  confide ; 
Shew  me  my  weakness,  let  me  see 

I  have  my  power,  my  All,  from  thee^ 

3  Enrich  me  always  with  thy  love ; 
My  kind  Protector  ever  prove ; 
Thy  signet  put  upon  my  breast, 
And  let  thy  Spirit  on  me  rest. 

4  Assist,  and  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey  ; 

What  thou  abhorr'st,  that  let  me  flee, 
And  only  love  what  pleases  thee. 

5  O  may  1  never  do  my  will, 
But  thine,  and  only  tluue  fulfil ; 
Let  all  my  time  aiid  all  my  ways 
Be  spent  and  ended  in  thy  praise. 


IM  AFTER  SERMON. 

155.     Long  Metre.    The  Coll.    J. 

To  the  Holy  Ghost. 

1   QTAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay ; 
C5  Tho'  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

S  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all,  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen. 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd. 

3  Yet,  O  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

1  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes ; 
Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 
And  bless  me  with  a  calm  repose. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 


i 


AFTER  SERMON.  14{ir 

156.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Inconstancy. 

1  ir  ORD  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be 
-fl^That  Ino  more  shall  l>reak  with  thee  ; 
When  will  this  war  of  passion  cease, 
And  my  free  soul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent  and  sin  again ; 
Now  1  revive,  and  now  am  slain; 
Slain  by  the  same  unhappy  dart, 
Which  0  !  too  often  wounds  my  heart ! 

3  O  Saviour,  when,  when  shall  f  be 
A  garden  seai'd  to  ail  but  thee? 
>Jo  more  exposed,  no  more  undone, 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  ah>ne  ? 

4  Guide    thou,  O  Lord,  guide    thou    my 

course, 
And  draw  me  on   with  thy  sweet  force; 
Still  make  me  walk,  still  make  me  tend 
By  thee,  my  way,  to  God  my  end. 

157.     Short  Metre.     (Ps.  25.)     J. 
Distress  of  Soul. 

1       IVJTNE  eyes  and  ray  docire 
Iv A  Are  ever  to  the  Lord : 
I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  wocd, 

N 


146  AFTER  SERMOK 

S       Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul, 
Bring  thy  salvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare. 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Kestore  me  from  those  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  increase  my  wo ; 

My  sp  rit  languishes,  my  heart 
Is  desolate  and  low. 

5  With  every  morning  light 
My  sorrow  new  begins ; 

Look  on  my  anguish  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  sins. 

158.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
2Vte  Passion  and  Exaltation  of  Christ, 

1       d^  OME  all  harmonious  tongues 
^  Your  noblest  music  bring  : 
^Tis  Christ  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ  the  man  we  sing. 

U      Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh 
To  take  away  our  guilt ; 


AFTER  SERMON.  1^7 

Sing  the  dear  dropn  of  sacred  bloud 
That  hellish  monster  spilt. 

Down  to  the  shades  of  death 
He  bovv'd  his  awful  head  ; 
Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itself  is  dead. 

No  more  the  bloody  spear, 
The  Cross  and  nails  no  more  5 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

Here  the  Redeemer  sits, 
High  on  the  Father's  throne  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  smiles  upon  his  Bon. 

159.     Short  Metre.    The  Coll.    J.  ' 
Christ  Justifies  and  Sanctifies,     John  xix.  24. 

MY  Saviour's  pierced  side 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood ; 
By  water  we  are  purifi'd. 
And  pardon'd  by  thy  blood. 

Look  up,  my  soul,  to  him 
Whose  death  was  thy  desert  ; 
And  humbly  view  the  living  stream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 


148  AFTER  SERMON. 

3  There  on  the  cursed  tree 
In  (l.yins;  pmgs  he  lies. 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree^ 
And  all  our  wants  supplies. 

4  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood  ; 

And  when  the  Spirit  speaks  the  same, 
We  feel  his  witness  good. 

5  Lord,  cleanse  my  soul  from  sin, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart ; 

Great  Comfort  r,  abide  within. 
And  witness  to  my  heart. 

160.     Short   Metre.    The  Coll.     J, 

Grace,  from  Eph.  ii.  5. 

1       (T^  RACE!  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
^J  Harmonious  to  the  ear! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

S       Grace  first  contrived  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  the  steps  that  gr  ce  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3       Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 


AFTER    SERMON.  i4fi 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  1  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Thro'  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone  ; 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

161.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Doddridge.     /. 
JJlsmission, 

NOW  let  our  voices  join, 
To  form  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  Pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways 
With  music  pass  along. 

All  honour  to  his  name, 
Who  marks  the  shining  way  ; 
To  him,  who  leads  the  wanderers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

162.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Faith  in  Christ  our  Sacrifice. 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace. 
Ol'  wash  away  one  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lambj 
Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 


i5Q  AFTER  SERMON. 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

2       My  faith  would  lay  its  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  1  stand. 
And  there  confe.ss  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see, 
The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 

When  bangina;  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleedinglove. 

163.     Short  Metre.     The  Coll.    J. 

1  A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
-^  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 

Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue. 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 
Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above. 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore^ 


AFTER  SETIMON.  151 

Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Ascending  witii  our  tongues  ; 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners  sing ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ  th'  eternal  King. 

Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 
"  Ye  hlessed  chihlren  come  ;" 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

164.     Short  Metre.     (Ps.  99.)    J. 
ChrisVs  Kingdom  and  Majesty, 

THE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  sinners  tremhle  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  Cherubs  his  attendants  stand. 
Swift  to  fullil  his  word. 

In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divine ; 


152  AFTER    SERMON. 

His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known. 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4       How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praise ! 
Justice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

165.     Short  Metre.    The  Coll.    J. 

|NCE  more  before  we  part 
We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name; 
Record  his  mercies  ev'ry  heart, 
Sing  ev'ry  tongue  the  same. 

Hoard  up  his  sacred  word, 
And  feed  thereon,  and  grow  ; 
Go  on  to  seek  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  you  know. 

166.     Short  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    /. 
Complaint  of  Ingratitude, 
S  this  the  kind  return, 


I 


And  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 

To  what  a  stubborn  frame, 
Hath  sin  reduce'd  our  mind  1 


AFTER  SERMON.  158 

What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  OoD  as  strangely  kind  ! 

Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 
And  mould  our  »nuls  afresh; 
Break,    sov'rei:^!i  grace,  these  hearts  of 
And  give  us  hearts  of  iiesh.     [stone, 

Let  old  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourhr,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 


NOW,  Lord,  thy  hlessini^ 
To  what  our  ears  have 


167".     Short  Metre.    J, 
Dismission, 

add 
e  heard 

Pardon  what  thou  hast  seen  amiss, 
The  truth  let  he  rever'd. 

May  ev'ry  soul  improve 
Thy  messages  of  grace. 
Before  our  time  shall  cease  to  be. 
And  we  shall  end  our  race. 

Keep  us  from  ev'ry  harm, 
Especially  from  sin  ; 
Direct  us  in  the  way  of  peace. 
And  safe  to  glory  bring. 


154  BAPTISM* 


168.    Long  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    J, 

i  'W\0  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
^*-^  Tijat  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord  : 
Baptiz\l  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin  ? 

S  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

3  No  more  let  sin  or  satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 
The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

169.,  Long  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    J. 
The  Commission, 
1  'npWas  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 
-fl-  Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize  ' 
The  nations  have  received  the  word, 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

S  Repent,  and  be  baptized,  he  saith, 
For  the  remission  of  your  sins  ; 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shews  us  what  the  Gospel  means. 


BAPTISM.  135 

3  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
Thus  are  our  natures  purified 
From  the  defiling  stains  of  sin. 

4  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 
And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

In  Heaven  our  solemn  vows  record. 


iro.    Common  Metre.     S.  Stennett.     A, 

1  njnhus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd 
-^   In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ; 
To  shew  he'd  one  day  be  baptiz'd, 
In  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood. 

S  Thus  was  his  sacred  body  laid 
Beneath  the  yieldinr  wave  ; 
Thus  was  his  sacrfi  body  rais'd 
Out  of  the  I'Jiuid  grave. 

3  When  lo  !  from  realms  of  light  and  bliss^ 

Tie  heavenly  Dove  comes  down, 
Lights  on  his  venerable  head, 
Which  rays  of  glory  crown. 

4  While  his  eternal  Father's  voice 

An  awful  joy  excites ; 


156  BAPTISM. 

"  This  is  my  well  beloved  Son, 
'^In  whom  my  soul  delights/* 
5  Lord,  thy  own  precept  we  obey^ 
In  thy  own  footseps  tread  ; 

We  (lie,  are  buried,  rise  with  thee 
From  regions  of  the  dead. 


171.    Long  Metre.     Newport.     Coll.     J. 

1  f^jpHE  great  Redeemer  we  adore, 

-*-  Who  came  tlie  lost  to  seek  and  save  ; 
Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  shore, 
To  find  a  tomb  beneath  a  wave. 

2  Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil 

All  righteousness,  he  meekly  said ; 
Why  should  we  then  to  do  his  will 
Or  be  asham'd,  or  be  afraid  ? 

3  With  thee  into  thy  wat'ry  tomb, 
Lord,  'tis  our  glory  to  descend  ; 

'Tis  wondrous  grace  that  gives  us  room 
To  lie  interred  with  such  a  friend. 

4)  But  a  much  more  tempestuous  flood 
O'erwhelm'd  thy  body  and  thy  soul  : 
That's  plung'd  in  tears  &  sweat  &  bloody 
And  over  this  black  terrors  roll. 


BAPTISM.  157 

S  Yetjis  the  yielding  waves  give  way, 
To  let  us  see  the  light  again  ; 
feo,  on  thy  resurrection  day, 
The  hands  of  death  prov'd  weak  &  vain. 

172.      Long  Metre.     Altered  by  B.  Francis.    J^ 
Baptism.  JSTot  Ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  "JTESFS !  and  shall  it  ever  be  ! 
^  A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  He, 
Bright  morning-star !  bid  darkness  flee. 

4?  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  ray  hopes  of  Heaven  depend ! 
No;  when  1  blush — be  this  myshame^ 
That  1  no  more  revere  his  name. 


1,^8  BAPTISM. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  Yes,  I  may,  - 
When  P  e  no  guilt  to  wash  away; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  ears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  O !  may  this  my  gloiy  be. 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

173.     Long  Metre.     J.  Stennett.     J. 

Jit  Baptism. 

1   QEE  how  the  willing  converts  trace 
^  The  path  their  great  Redeemer  trod; 
And  follow  thro'  his  liquid  grave 
The  meek,  the  lovely  Son  of  God  ! 

%  Here  they  renounce  their  former  deeds, 
And  to  a  heavenly  life  aspire  ; 
Their  rags  for  glorious  robes  exchang'd, 
They  shine  in  clean  and  bright  attire. 

S  0  sacred  Rite  !  by  thee  the  name 
Of  Jesus  we  to  own  begin  : 
This  is  our  resurrection  pledge, 
Pledge  of  the  pardon  of  our  sin. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high  be  given, 
Who  shews  his  grace  to  sinful  men ; 


BAPTISM.  159 

Let  saints  on  earth  and  hosts  in  heav'n 
In  concert  join  their  loud  Amen. 

174.     Long  Metre.     Trivett.     A. 

1  ''f^OVV  keep  me  stedfast,  dearest  Lord, 
-i-^  That  I  may  serve  thee  with  regard, 
As  one  baptiz'd  in  thine  own  way, 
And  never  let  me  from  thee  stray. 

3  Lord,  give  me  strength  for  ev'ry  day^ 
To  do  thy  will,  rejoice  and  pray  ; 
Loni;  have  I  liv'd  and  did  not  know 
Mv  stren:i;th  must  all  from  Jesus  flow. 

3  The  work  that  he  hath  wrought  for  us, 
Doth  testify  it  must  be  thus  ; 

Come  praise  the  Lord,  'tis  he  I  know, 
And  of  his  mercy  share  below. 

4  Come  Lord,  come  quickly,  come  away. 
Come  quickly.  Lord,  and  with  me  stay  ; 
Come  Lord,  and  feed  me  with  the  sheep, 
And  from  henceforth  for  ever  keep 

5  Me  where  thy  sweetest  pastures  be, 
Till  thou  shalt  take  me  up  to  thee ; 
Till  then,  when  on  my  kees  I  cry. 
Lord  hear  my  prayer,  send  quick  supply. 


160 


BAPTISM. 


175.     Short  Metre.      Newport  Coll.    Jt. 

IN  such  a  grave  as  this 
The  meek  Redeemer  lay, 
When  He,  our  souls  to  seek  aad  save, 
Learu'd  humbly  to  obey. 

See  how  the  spotless  Lamb 
Descends  into  the  stream  ! 
And  teaches  sinners  not  to  scorii 
What  him  so  well  became. 

His  body  sanctifies 
The  salutary  flood, 
And  teaches  us  to  pluns^e  our  souls 
In  th'  fountain  of  his  blood. 

Oh  !  sinners,  wash  away 
Your  sins  of  crimson  dye  ; 
Buried  with  him,  your  sins  shall  all 
In  dark  oblivion  lie. 

Rise  and  ascend  with  him, 
A  heavenly  lite  to  lead, 
Who  came  t(»  rescue  guilty  men 
From  regions  of  the  dead. 


AT   THE    lord's    SUPPER.  16 1 

176.     Common  Metre.    Dr.  J.  Stennett.     /. 

1  -J  OUD,  at  thy  Table  I  behold 
^^  The  wonders  of  thy  grace : 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  fiod  a  welcome  place. 

S  (I  that  am  all  deiiFd  with  sio, 
A  rebel  to  my  God, 
I  that  have  crucified  his  Sou 
And  trampled  on  his  blood.) 

8  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 
That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand. 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  ^'  Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries, 

The  feast  was  made  for  you  ; 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumphed  too." 

5  With  trembling  faith,  and  bleeding  hearts, 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love  : 
^Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above  ! 

6  Ye  saints  belr  vv,  and  hosts  of  Heav^» 

Join  all  your  praising  pow'rs : 

o  2 


16^  lord's    SUPPflR. 

No  theme  is  like  rerleeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

7  Had  T  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord^ 
Pd  give  them  a'l  to  thee ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

177.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  S.  Steniiett.     J; 
My  Flesh  is  Meat  indeed,  John  vi.  65. 

1  "[OrERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 
M.M.  Xo  feed  on  food  divine; 

Thy  Body  is  the  bread  we  eat. 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies, 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour,  so  divine ; 
Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 

I  Yes,  thou  shalt  surely  have  my  heart, 
My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all ; 
With  life  itself  I'll  freel;,  part, 
My  Jesus,  al  thy  call. 


LORD'S  SUPPER  l63 

178.  Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Chrisfs  dying  Love. 

1  TtJOW  condescending  and  how  kind 
-3-B-   Was  God's  eternal  Hon  ! 

Our  mis'ry  reached  his  heavenly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That  u  hen  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  bloody 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

3  Now  though  he  reigns  exalted  high. 

His  love  is  still  as  great : 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget. 

4)  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardonM  guilt. 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  tlie  Lord. 

179.  Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Pardon  and  Strength  from  Christ. 

1  "l^ATHER  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
-*-     To  see  thy  glories  shine ; 
The  Lord  will  bis  own  table  bless, 
And  make  the  feast  divine. 


iQ^  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

^  We  touchj  we  taste  the  heavenly  breadi, 
We  dr  tik  the  sacred  cup; 
With  outward  forms  our  sense  is  fed, 
Our  souls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  shall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Dress'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  sprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  shall  be  strong  to  run  <he  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  sky  ! 
Christ  will  provide  our  souls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  supply. 

180.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    /. 
Divine  Glories  and  Graces. 
OW  are  thy  glories  here  displayed  ! 


'H 


Great  God,  how  briijjit  they  s    ne  ! 
While  at  thy  word  we  bf^ak  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine  ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  justice  stands, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  cause; 
Here  saving  mercy  spreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jesus  on  the  cross. 

2  Thy  saints  attend  with  every  grac« 
On  this  great  sacrilice  ; 


tLORD'S  SUPPl.R.  165 

And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  posture  sits, 

To  lieaven  directs  her  sight ; 
Here  ev*ry  warmer  passion  meets, 
And  warmer  powers  unite. 

d  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 
And  rising  sin  destroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  sight, 
Let  sin  for  ever  die ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

181.     Long  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
Jl  dying  Saviour. 

1   Otretch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies; 
^  Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  ti^e. 

5  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound. 
And  ilows  from  every  bleeding  wound ; 
The  vital  str;  am  how  free  it  flows, 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes. 


166 

S  To  ^lier  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  tor  man,  surprisini^  grace ! 
Yet  pass  rebellions  angels  by  ! 
O  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why? 

4  And  didst  thou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed, 
And  could  the  Sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
!No;   lie  withdrew  his  sinking  ray, 
And  darkness  veiPd  the  mourning  day. 

5  ("an  {  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain. 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  power  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  tiiis  stupid  heart ; 
Till  ail  its  powers  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 

18^     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    J, 
Tlie  Spirit,  Water  and  Blood.  1  John,  v.  6. 

1  "3    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
^^  To  praise  our  God  on  high, 
Who  from  his  bosom  sent  his  Son, 

To  fetch  us  strangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  cease 

To  sing  the  Saviour's  name,; 


lord's  supper.  167 

Jesus,  th'  embassador  of  pj-ace. 
How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 

S  It  cost  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  ns  near  to  God  ; 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good. 

4  Look  up,  my  soul,  to  him 

Whose  death  was  thy  desert, 

And  humbly  view  the  livinjj;  stream 

Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

5  There  on  the  cursed  tr.ee, 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  supplies. 

6  Thus  the  Redeemer  came. 

By  water  and  by  blood  : 
And  when  the  Spirit  speaks  the  same, 
We  feel  his  witness  good. 

185.    Short  Metre.    The  Coll.    J. 

1  gr^  OME,  0  my  soul,  and  sing 
^   How  Jesus  hath  thee  fed  ; 
How  Jesus  gave  himself  for  thee, 
The  true  aad  living  bread. 


168 

2  I  love  my  Saviour  Christ ; 
His  grace  did  freely  move, 
And  justly  my  alf'ections  claim  ; 
I  cannot  help  but  love. 

8  I  love  thee,  O  ray  Lord  ; 
I  gladly  thee  adore  : 
0  may  1  never  turn  again  ! 
But  love  thee  more  and  moie ! 

4<  0  raise  ray  feeble  frarae ; 
My  little  stock  improve  : 
Increase  ray  ardour  day  by  day. 
And  change  me  all  to  love» 


184.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     JL 

1  npHE  Lord,  Low  glorious  is  his  face, 

-**-    How  kind  his  smiles  appear  ! 
And  O  !  what  melting  words  he  says 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear  ! 

2  "  For  you  the  children  of  my  love, 

"  It  was  for  you  I  died  ; 
"  Behold  my  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
"  And  look  into  my  side. 


lord's  supper.  160 

3  "  These  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

''  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
^'  VVhen  I  came  down  to  free  your  souls 
"  From  misery  and  chains. 

4  "  When  hell,  and  all  its  spiteful  powers, 

''  Stood  dreadful  in  the  way  ; 
"  To  rescue  those  dear  lives  of  yours, 
"  1  gave  my  own  away. 

5  "  But  while  1  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  died, 

''  I  ruin'd  satan's  throne  ; 
"  High  on  the  cross  1  hung,  and  spied 
"  The  monster  tumbling  down.'' 

6  Victorious  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  so  divine  ? 
Here,  Lord,  we  give  our  souls  away, 
To  be  for  ever  thine. 


185.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  22.)     Ji, 

1  "^TOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
-*-^    0  Lord,  protect  thy  Son ; 
Nor  leave  tliy  darling  to  engage 
The  powers  of  hell  alone. 


170  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

S  Thus  did  our  suffering  Saviour  pray, 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day. 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

^  Great  was  the  vict'ry  of  his  death;, 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worship,  or  shall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  must  arise 

From  his  expiring  groans  : 
They  shall  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  sons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  souls  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread  ; 
And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 


RECEIVING  A  MEMBER,  &C.  17i 

186.     Common  Metre.    Trivett.     ^. 
Receiving  a  Member  into  the  Church, 

i  J^OME  in,  ye  blef5sefl  of  our  Hod, 
^^   Come  join  the  children  here; 
WashM  in  our  d.yin^  Saviour's  blood, 
For  Jesus  now  appear. 

2  Fellowship  with  us  partake, 

Since  room  is  found  within, 
By  Christ  prepared  for  sick  and  weak, 
And  cleansing  from  their  sin. 

3  Stay  not  within  the  wilderness, 

Nor  waiting  at  the  door; 
Come,  Jesus  will  your  wants  redress, 
Were  they  ten  thousand  more. 

4  The  sick  he  leads,  the  filthy  cleanse. 

The  guilty  and  distress'd 
He  pardons,  he  for2;ives  their  sins, 
And  gives  the  weary  rest. 

ft  We've  tasted  of  his  grace,  and  know 
His  ordinances  all, 
As  breasts  of  consolation,  flow 
With  peace  for  great  and  small. 


17S 

187.     Common  Metre.     Hart.     Jl. 

1  ^HAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
^    The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain 
Did,  almost  with  his  latest  breath, 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

S  To  keep  thy  feast,  Loud,  are  we  met, 
And  to  remember  thee  ; 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
For  me,  he  died, /or  me, 

3  Thy  sufferings,  Lord,  each  sacred  sign 

To  our  remembrance  brings  : 
We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine. 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  0  !  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  and  frame 

Each  heart  that  pants  to  thee 
To  sing,  '^  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
"  The  Lamb  that  died  for  me." 

188.    Common  Metre.    J.  Stennett.     J. 
1    ITESIJS,  O  word  divinely  sweet ! 
•^    How  charming  is  the  sound  ! 
What  joyful  news !  what  heavenly  sense 
In  that  dear  name  is  found  ! 

%  Our  souls,  all  guilty  and  condemn'd, 
In  hopeless  fetters  lay  ;  f 


LORD'S  SUPPER.  ^73 

Our  souls,  with  numerous  sins  deprav'd, 
To  deaili  and  hell  a  prey. 

3  Jesus,  to  purge  away  this  guilt, 

A  willing  victim  fell, 
And  on  his  cross  triumphant  broke 
The  bands  of  death  and  hell. 

4  Our  foes  were  mighty  to  destroy ; 

He  mighty  was  to  save : 
He  died,  but  could  not  long  be  held 
A  prisoner  to  the  grave. 

0  Jesus,  who  mi2;hty  art  to  save, 
Still  push  thy  conquests  on  ; 
Extend  the  triumphs  of  thy  cross, 
Where'er  the  sun  has  shone. 

6  O  Captain  of  salvation  !  make 
Thy  power  and  mercy  known ; 
'Till  crowds  of  willing  converts  come 
And  worship  at  thy  throne. 


189.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     ^. 

1  IT  ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are ! 
-fl-^  How  heav'nly  is  the  pUce, 
Where  Jesus  s[)reads  the  sacred  feast 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

p  2 


iy4  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

%  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
And  sweetest  glories  shine ; 
There  Jesus  says  "  that  I  am  his, 
"  And  my  beloved's  mine/' 

3  ^^  Here  (says  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

"  And  shews  his  wounded  side,) 
•^  See  here  the  spring  of  all  your  joys, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  died  !" 

4  He  smiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart  I 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  ; 
"  All  this  (says  he)  I  bore  for  thee," 
And  then  he  smiles  again. 

3  What  shall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 
For  grace  so  vast  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes 
And  seals  it  with  a  kiss. 

190.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    J. 

1  ^  OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
^-^    With  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  are  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  ''  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

''  To  be  exalted  thus  f 


LOllD'S  SUPPER. 


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^^  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
^^  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be  Lord  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  JLet  all  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


191.     Long  Metre.    Dr.  Wa^tts.    4. 

1  "'S^^HEN  1  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

▼  ^    On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  1  count  my  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  1  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most 
IsacriUce  them  to  his  blood« 


176 

S  See  from  his  heatl,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  ami  love  flow  mingled  down! 
Did  e'er  such  love,  such  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  raiiie, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

1P2.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     ^. 

1    "1"ESUS  !   we  bow  before  thy  feet : 
«J^    Thy  table  is  divinely  storM ; 
Tiiy  sacred  flesh  our  souls  have  eat, 
^Tis  living  bread,  we  thank  thee  Lord. 

5  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood, 
We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
JMlMgled  with  love;  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  hetut  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  such  sweetness  found, 
For  thy  dear  flesh  is  heav'uly  food ; 
In  vain  we  search  the  world  around, 
For  bread  so  fine,  or  wine  so  good. 

4  Carnal  provisions  can  at  best 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head ; 


LORiyS  SUFFEll.  177 

But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  taste 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  master  of  the  feast; 
His  name  our  souls  for  ever  bless ; 
To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Priest, 
A  loud  hosanna  round  the  place. 
193.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.    A. 
Ji  bleeding  Saviour. 

1  ^^^^HAT  heav'nly  man,  or  lovely  God, 
▼  ▼      Comes  marching  downward  from 
the  skies, 
Array'd  in  garments  rolled  in  blood. 
With  joy  and  pity  in  his  eyes  ? 

S  The  Lord  !  the  Saviour !  yes,  'tis  he, 
1  know  him  by  the  smiles  he  wears ; 
Dear  glorious  Man  that  died  for  me. 
Drenched  deep  in  agonies  and  tears ! 

3  Lo,  he  reveals  his  shining  breast ; 
I  own  these  wounds,  and  1  adore  ; 
Lo,  he  prepares  a  royal  feast. 

Sweet  fruit  of  the  sharp  pangs  he  bore. 

4  Whence  flow  these  favours  so  divine! 
Lord  !   why  so  lavish  of  thy  blood  ? 
Why  for  such  ear    ly  souls  as  mine, 
This  heav'nly  flesh,  this  sacred  food  ? 


17S         CONSTITUTION  OF  A  CHURCH. 

B  '  IVas  his  own  love  that  made  him  bleed, 
1  iiai  nailM  him  to  the  cursed  tree; 
^Twas  his  own  love  this  table  spread, 
For  such  unwtuth)?  w^orms  as  we. 

6  Then  let  us  taste  the  Saviour's  love, 
Come  faith,  and  feed  upon  the  Lord  ; 
With  glad  consent  our  lips  shall  movcj 
Aud  sweet  hosaunas  crown  the  board. 

194.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  132.)    J. 

Constitution  of  a  Church, 

1     A  RISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
•^^  And  enter  to  thy  rest, 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blest, 

S  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train. 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here  mighty  God,  accept  our  vow^s. 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  ; 
Ble^s  the  provisio-  of  thy  house. 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 


1 


CONSTITUTION  OF  A  CHURCH.         170 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reigu, 

Let  God^s  anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne ; 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honours  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 


195.     Lenox,  Sec.     Dr.  Doddridge.     J. 

1  ^  REAT  Father  of  mankind, 
^^   We  bless  that  wondrous  Grace, 
Which  could  for  Gentiles  find 
Within  thy  courts  a  place ; 
How  kind  the  care  our  God  disphys, 
For  us  to  raise  a  house  of  prayer. 

%  Though  once  estranged  far, 

We  now  approach  the  throne ; 

For  Jesus  brings  us  near, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  own : 

Strangers  no  more  to  thee  we  come. 

And  find  our  home  and  rest  secure* 

3  To  thee  our  souls  we  join, 
And  love  thy  sacred  name; 


180        CONSTITUTION  OF  A  CHURCH. 

No  more  our  own  but  thine, 
We  triumph  in  thy  claim ; 
Our  Father  King,  the  covenant  grace 
Our  souls  embrace,  thy  titles  sing. 
4  May  all  the  nations  tlirong 
To  worship  in  thy  house ; 
And  thou  attend  the  song, 
And  smile  upon  their  vows ; 
Indulgent  still, 
Till  earth  conspire 
To  join  the  choir, 
On  Zion's  hill. 


196.    Proper  Metre.    2  of  6  and  1  of  8,  and  ditto. 
(Ps.  122.)     J, 

1  TjLjOW  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 
-»3.  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
*^  Come  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day !'' 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

3  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round  ; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear^ 


CONSTITUTION    OF   A    CHURCH.         181 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

And  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 

He  bids  tlie  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  jiuest  ; 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest  ! 

197.     Long  Metre.    »i. 

1  If  ORD  bless  thy  saints  assembled  here 
j*-^  In  solemn  covenant  now  to  join  ; 
Unite  them  in  thy  holy  fear, 
And  in  thy  love  their  hearts  combine. 

5  May  they  thy  living  members  prove, 
Tho'  all  by, nature  once  were  dead  ; 

Be  thou  their  Lord,  their  life,  their  love, 
Their  husband,  and  their  living  head. 


182        CONSTITUTION    OF   CHURCHES. 

3  Thus  constituted  may  they  be 
Part  of  thv  eren'ral  church  below  : 
Yet  independent,  but  on  thee. 

For  thou  alone  their  wants  can  know. 

4  O  give  this  church  a  large  increase 
Of  such  as  thou  wilt  own  and  bless  ; 
Lord  fill  their  gates  with  joy  and  peace. 
And  clothe  them  with  thy  righteousness. 

5  Make  her  a  garden  wall'd  with  grace, 
A  temple  built  for  God  below  ; 
Where  thy  blest  saints  may  see  thy  face  ; 
And  fruits  of  thy  bless'd  Spirit  grow. 

ORDINATION. 

198.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts     J. 

The  effusion  of  the  Spirit :  or  the  success  nf  the 
Gospel. 

i  jjPI  RKAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 
^^  When  the  divine  disciples  met ; 
While  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came^ 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

^  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  power  to  give,  and  power  to  save  I 


0RI)1NAT[0N.  183 

Furinsii'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous 

words, 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swords. 

g  Thus  arm'd,  he  sent  the  champions  forth 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north  : 
"  Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause ; 
*^  Go,  spread  the  mysi'ry  of  his  cross.'' 

4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are. 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow. 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low  ! 

6  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heav'nly  arms  subdued, 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss. 
And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

199.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    J, 
The  Commission. 

1  ^(  /Ti  O  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the 
^^         Lord, 

^^  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive ; 

"  He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word, 

"  He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe, 
S  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 

"  Vm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  : 


184*  ORDINATION. 

'^  All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands^ 
''  1  can  destroy,  and  I  delend." 

3  He  spake,  and  li^lit  shone  round  his  head? 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode ; 
They  to  the  farthest  ^nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

200.     Common  Metre.    A. 

1  npHE  presence  of  thy  grace  impart^ 

-*-  Arj(l  bless  thy  servants,  liord  ; 

Thy  glory  may  they  have  at  heart  : 

And  guide  them  by  thy  word  ; 

S  That  whilst  by  prayer  and  solem  hands 
Thy  servant  they  ordain  ; 
They  may  respect  thy  bless'd  commands, 
But  hold  traditions  vain. 

3  O  may  this  servant  set  apart 

Thy  gospel  to  proclaim, 
Ne'er  from  those  sacred  truths  depart, 
Which  glorify  thy  name. 

4  If  ordinances  he  attend, 

O  make  thy  word  his  guide ; 
Nor  suffer  him  e'er  to  depend 
On  any  rule  beside. 


ORDINATION.  iSSi 

0  Then  shall  thy  gospel,  Lord, be  crownM 

With  a  divine  success  : 
Thy  servant  in  thy  grace  abound  ; 
And  thou  his  labours  bless. 
201.     Common  Metre.      The  Coll.  J> 

1  'W  ET  thy  devoted  servant  go, 
-^  Thy  word,  Lord,  to  proclaim  ; 
Thine  only  righteousness  to  show, 

And  glorify  thy  name. 

2  Grant  him  thine  aid  to  speak  thy  word 

With  readiness  each  hour  : 

Attend  it  with  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 

And  let  it  come  with  power. 

3  Open  the  hearts  of  all  that  hear, 

To  make  their  Saviour  room  : 
O  let  them  find  redemption  near. 
Let  faith  bj'  hearing  come. 

4  Give  them  to  hear  the  w^ord  as  thine, 

Thy  servant  to  receive  ; 
Lord  prove  thy  truths  with  power  divine 
That  sinners  may  believe. 

*  5  Then  shall  thy  servant  joyful  preach 
Thy  grace  so  wide,  so  free ; 
Nor  ever  cease  the  ways  to  teach 

That  lead,  O  Lord,  to  thee.        (new. 

The  verses  marked  with*  are  added  being  entiretr 
q2 


186  OliDINATION. 

202.     Lons  Metre.     The  Coll.    Ji. 


o 


1  ^re^ITH  all  thy  power,  O  Lord,  defend 
▼  ▼     Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  com- 
mend ; 
A  faithful  minister  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

3  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace  ; 
Give  to  his  footsteps  paths  of  peace  ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil  ; 
Preserve  him,  Lord,  from  ev'ry  ill. 

3  Before  his  face  protection  send  ; 
O  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end : 
^or  let  him  as  thy  pilgrim  rove, 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart ; 
In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert ; 
That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  Redeeming  grace. 

203.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     Ji. 

1       TCTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
-O.  Who  stand  on  Zirui's  hill  ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 


ORDINATION.  187 

)       How  charming  is  their  voice! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are ! 
^'  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
''  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

\       How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for^ 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

t       How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
That  see  this  heav'nly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight ! 

5       The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

AT  AN  ASSOCIATION. 

204.    Long  Metre.    Beddome.     J. 

*i  prayer  for  Ministers. 

1  1[^.\THER  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
m1  Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer  ; 
We  pie  id  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be  ! 


188  ASSOCIATION 

S  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their 
charsje  ! 
Do  thou  their  anxio-us  souls  enlarge; 
Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain, 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe  then  with  energy  divine 

Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  thine : 
To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal. 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed, 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed, 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain. 
Souls  which  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around. 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound  ; 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new  creating  power. 

6  Let  sinners  break  their  massy  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains  ; 
Let  light  thro'  distant  realms  be  spread^ 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 


OF   CHURCHES.  1S9 

205.      Long  Metre.     Francis.     J. 
Ministers  abounding  in  the  Work  of  the  Lord. 

1  TOEFORE  f.hy  throne,  eternal  King  ! 
-35  Thy  ministers  their  tribute  bring, 
Their  tribute  of  united  praise, 

For  heav'nly  news  and  peaceful  days. 

2  We  sing  the  conquests  of  thy  sword, 
And  puljlish  loud  thy  healing  word  : 
While  angels  sound  thy  glorious  name, 
Thy  saving  grace  our  lips  proclaim. 

3  Thy  various  service  we  esteem 

Our  sweet  employ,  our  bliss  supreme; 
And,  while  we  feel  thy  heavenly  love, 
We  burn  like  seraphim  above. 

4  Nor  seraphs  there  can  ever  raise. 
With  us,  an  equal  song  of  praise : 
They  are  the  noblest  work  of  God, 
But  we  the  purchase  of  his  blood. 

5  Still  in  thy  work  would  we  abound ; 
Still  prune  the  vine,  or  plough  the  ground: 
Thy  sheep  with  wholesome  pasture  feed, 
And  watch  them  with  unwearied  heed. 

6  Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  love, 
Our  care  below,  and  crown  above ; 


190  ASSOCIATION 

Thy  praise  sliall  be  our  best  employ^ 
Thy  presence  our  eternal  joy. 

206.     Common  Metre*-  Newport  Coll.     w3. 

.5?  Meeting. 

ELL  met,  dear  friends  in  Jesu's 
-    name, 
Come  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  our  Saviour's  praise  proclaim 
With  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 

2  But,  O  dear  Jesus,  Lamb  of  God, 

Send  down  the  heav'nly  Dove, 
His  graces  to  diifuse  abroad, 
And  warm  our  hearts  with  love  1 

3  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet, 

Except  thy  face  we  see  : 
Thy  presence  makes  a  heav'n  most  sweet 
Wliere'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4*  Then,  O  dear  Jesus,  condescend 
To  meet  us  with  a  smile, 
Thy  Spirit's  quickening  influence  send, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile  : 

5  That  at  the  close  each  one  may  say, 
We  meet  not  here  in  vain ; 


OF    CHURCHES.  191 

For  we  have  tasted  heaven  to-day, 
Nor  could  we  more  contain. 


207.    Long  Metre.     Jl. 

V  1  'W^  Ncourag'd  by  thy  holy  word, 

-»-^Thy  churches  thus  convenM,  O  Lord^ 
By  us,  their  delegates  elect, 
Crave  thy  blest  Spirit  to  direct. 

S  O  guide  us  by  thy  grace,  to  know 
What  best  promotes  thy  cause  below  ; 
And  may  our  consultations  be 
Fresh  means  to  lead  us,  Lord,  to  thee. 

3  Lord  let  the  glory  of  thy  name. 
And  Zion's  interest  be  our  aim  : 
From  ev'ry  selfish  motive  free. 
Devoted  wholly.  Lord,  to  thee, 

4  Associated  year  by  year, 

From  all  thy  churches  may  we  hear 
Of  souls  that  to  thy  altars  flee, 
Dependant  wholly,  Lord^  on  thee, 

f»  The  labours  of  thy  servants  bless, 
In  turning  souls  to  righteousness  ; 
That  many  converts  they  may  see  : 
Yet  give  the  glory,  Lord'^  to  thee. 


192         FASTS    AND   THANKSGIVING. 

208.     Common  Metre.     (Ps.  18.)     J. 

Thanksgiving  for  Victory. 

1  npO  thine  Almighty  arm  we  owe 
-»-  The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors.  Lord,  confound  the  foe^ 
And  melt  their  strength  away. 

^  ^Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail^ 
And  break  uniled  powers, 
Or  burn  their  boasted  tieet,  or  scale 
The  proudest  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  wechasMthem  thro' the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  salvation  was  our  shield  ; 
But  they  no  shelter  found. 

4  In  vain  to  idol  saints  they  cry, 

And  perish  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  a  rock  so  great,  so  high. 
So  powerful  as  our  God. 

5  The  rock  of  Israel  ever  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  blest ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  victory  gives, 
And  gives^^  his  people  rest. 


lASTS    AKD    THANKSGIVING.  193 


209.     Long  Metre.    President  Davies.     X 

JSTatinnal  Judgments  deprecated,  and  national 
Mercies  pleaded  J  Amos  iii.  1.  6. 

1   ^SiJ'SrHile  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord  ! 
▼  ▼  We  view  the  terrors  of  thy  sword, 
O  !  whither  shall  the  helpless  fly  ? 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry? 

%  The  helpless  sinner's  cries  and  tears 
Are  grown  familiar  to  thine  ears  ; 
Oft  has  thy  mercy  sent  relief, 
When  all  was  fear  and  hopeless  grief. 

3  On  thee,  our  guardian  God,  we  call; 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  we  fall ; 
And  is  there  no  deliv'rance  there  ? 
And  must  we  perish  in  despair? 

4  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn  ; 

O  spare  our  guilty  country,  spare 

The  church  which  thou  hast  planted  here. 

f»  We  plead  thy  grace,  indulgent  God  ; 
We  plead  thy  8on's  atoning  blood ; 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promises, 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 


194  FASTS    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

6  These  pleas,  presented  at  thy  throne, 
Have  broughtten  thousand  blessingssdovvh 
On  guilty  lands  in  helpless  wo ; 
Let  them  prevail  to  save  us  too. 

210.     Long  Metre.     Steele.     J. 

On  a  Day  of  Prayer  for  success  in  War. 

1  "I    Ord,  how  shall  wretched  sinners  dare 
-^  Look  up  to  ti»y  divine  abode  : 

Or  offer  their  imperfect  prater, 
Before  a  just,  a  holy  God. 

2  Bright  terrors  guard  thy  awful  seat, 
And  dazzliog  glories  veil  thy  face  ; 
Yet  mercy  calls  us  to  thy  feet, 
Thy  throne  is  still  a  throne  of  grace. 

3  O  may  our  souls  thy  grace  adore, 
May  Jesus  plead  our  humble  claim  ; 
While  thy  protection  we  implore, 
In  his  prevailing,  glorious  name. 

4;  Let  past  experience  of  thy  care 
Support  our  hope,  our  trust  invite  ; 
Again  attend  our  humble  prayer, 
Again  be  mercy  thy  delight. 

5  Our  arms  succeed,  our  councils  guide, 
J^et  thy  right  hand  our  cause  maintain, 


\ 


FASTS  AND  THANKSGIVING.  IQ^ 

Till  war's  destructive  rage  subside, 
And  [jeace  resume  her  gentle  reign. 

211.     Long  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 

Thankso^ivlng  for  national  Deliverance. 
1  "TJraisf,  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  bis  ear 
-^     Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer; 
And  though  deliverance  long  delay, 
Answers  in  his  well-chosen  day. 

%  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong ; 

His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our  son^ ; 
The  tribute  of  our  love  we  bring 
To  thee^  our  Saviour  and  our  King! 

3  Our  temples,  guarded  from  the  flame, 
Shall  echo  thy  triumphant  name ; 
And  every  p^*aceful  private  home 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 

4  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  honoured  sight; 
Hence  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour  to  persevere. 

212.    Long  Metre.     Steele.    J. 

Praise  for  national  Peace, 

1  g^  RExiT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
^^  A  word  of  thy  almighty  breath 


1 96  FASTS  ANrf  THANKSGIVING. 

Can  sink  the  world,  or  bid  it  rise : 
Thy  smile  is  life,  iny  frown  is  death. 

S  When  angry  nations  rush  to  arms, 
And  ra^e,  and  noise,  and  tumult  reign, 
And  war  resounds  its  dire  alarms, 
And  slaughter  spreads  the  hostile  plains  ; 

3  Thy  sovereign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 
And  marks  their  course,  and  bounds  their 

power; 
Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own. 
And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

4  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 
(Sweet  peace !  with  her  what  blessings 

fled!) 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  vallies  sing. 
Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  wise,  and  gracious  Lord, 
All  move  subservient  to  thy  will ; 

And  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  sublime  decrees  fulfil. 

6  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs. 
Thy  kind  protection  still  implore; 

O  may  our  hearts,  our  lives,  and  tongues, 
Confess  thy  goodness  and  adore. 


f  ASTS    AND    THANKSGIVING.  197 

213.     Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 

Thanksgiving  for  Victory. 

1  ^inO  thee  who  reign'st  supreme  above^ 
J*-   And  reign'st  supreme  below, 
Thou  God  of  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
We  our  successes  owe. 

%  The  thundering  horse,  the  martial  band, 
Without  thine  aid  were  rain  ; 
And  victory  flies  at  thy  command, 
To  crown  the  bright  campaign. 

^S  Thy  mighty  arm  unseen  was  nigh, 
When  we  our  foes  assaiFd  ; 
/Tis  thou  hastrais'd  our  honoui^  bigh, 
And  o'er  their  hosts  prevaiFd. 

4  To  our  young  race  will  we  proclaim 

The  mercies  God  has  shown  ; 
That  they  may  learn  to  bless  his  name, 
And  choose  him  for  their  own. 

5  Thus,  while  we  sleep  in  silent  dust, 

When  threatening  dangers  come, 
Their  Father's  God  shall  be  their  trust, 
Their  refuge  and  their  home. 

R    2 


£gg  FOR  A  PUBLIC  FAST. 

214.     Common  Metre.    Rippon's     Coll.     Ji, 

1  1|^HEN  Abra'm,  full  of  sacred  awe, 

Before  Jehovah  stood, 
And,  with  a  humble  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued  ; 

2  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace 

Was  the  petition  crown'd  ! 
The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

8  And  could  a  single  holy  soul 
So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
Great  God,  and  shall  a  nation  cry. 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 

Now  as  in  ancient  times  ? 
Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 
Gomorrah  in  its  crimes  ? 

5  Still  are  we  thine,  we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode ;  / 

Long  has  thy  presence  bless'd  our  land. 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God. 

215.    Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     Ji. 

I   j^EF/,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 


FOR  A  PUBLIC  FAST.  199 

'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

S  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Why  is  America  thus  spar'd, 

Ungrateful  as  we  are  ! 
O  make  thy  awful  warnings  heard, 
While  mercy  cries,  "  Forbear." 

4  Sinners,  regardless  of  thy  frown, 

Their  pleasures  they  require ; 
And  sink,  with  gay  indifference,  down 
To  everlasting  fire. 

5  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

216.     Common  Metre.     Hart.     A. 

1  11*  ORD,  look  on  all  assembled  here, 
-"  Who  in  thy  presence  stand, 
To  offer  up  united  prayer 
For  this  our  sinful  land. 


SOO       FOR  A  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING, 

2  Oft  have  we  each  in  private  pray'd 

Our  country  might  find  grace, 
Now  hear  the  same  petitions  made 
In  this  appointed  place. 

3  Or,  if  amongst  us  some  be  met 

So  careless  of  their  sin, 
They  have  not  cried  for  mercy  yet, 
Lordj  let  them  now  begin. 

4  Thou,  by  whose  death  poor  sinners  live,  '' 

By  whom  their  prayers  succeed, 
Thy  spirit  of  supplication  give, 
And  we  shall  pray  indeed. 

5  Whatever  be  our  destined  case, 

Accept  us  in  thy  Hon  ; 
Give  us  his  gospel,  and  his  grace  ; 
And  then  thy  will  be  done. 
217.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.    J, 

1  npHB  Lord  ray  shepherd  and  my  guide 

^    Will  all  my  wants  supply ; 
In  safety  I  shall  still  abide, 
Beneath  his  watchful  eye. 

2  Though  hast'ning  to  the  silent  tomb, 

And  death's  dark  shades  appear ; 
Thy  presence.  Lord,  shall  cheer  the  gloom 
And  banish  ev'ry  fear. 


FOR  A  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING.        SOI 

3  No  evil  can  my  soul  dismay 

While  T  am  near  my  GroD  ; 
My  comfort,  my  support,  and  stay, 
My  staff  and  guiding  rod. 

4  Thy  constant  bounties  me  surround, 

Amidst  ray  envious  foes  : 
My  favoured  head  with  gladness  crown'd, 
My  cup  with  blessings  flows. 

5  Thus  shall  thy  goodness,  love  and  care 

Attend  my  future  days  ; 
And  I  shall  dwell  for  ever  near 
My  God,  and  sing  his  praise. 

218.    Common  Metre.     Addison.     *A, 

1  "'S^^HEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God^ 
▼  ▼      My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

3  Thy  providence  my  life  sustained. 

And  all  my  wants  redrest, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

S  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 


202        FOR  A  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING. 

Before  my  infant  lieart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  liow'd. 

4  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  sieps  I  ran  : 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  co^jve^^l  me  safe, 
And  led  me  on  to  nn-u. 

5  When  worn  by  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  retiew'd  my  face; 
And  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace. 

6  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Has  doubled  all  my  store. 

7  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life. 

Thy  goodness  Fll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

8  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more ; 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  0  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

9  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  Fll  raise  ; 


FOR  A  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING.        203 

O  For  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

219.    Common  Metre.    Rippon's  Coll.     J, 

Ilai'vest. 

1  ^^0  praise  the  ever  beauteous  Lord, 
-^    My  soul,  wake  all  thy  powers  : 
He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 

S  His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps ; 
My  tongue  his  goodness  sing : 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
His  harvest  crowns  the  spring, 

3  Well-pleas'd  the  toiling  swains  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop  : 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  iue,  gracious  God,  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  righteousness  : 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 

5  Then,  in  the  last  great  harvest,  I 

Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop : 

The  harvest  shall  by  far  exceedL 

What  I  have  sown  in  hope. 


g04  FUNERAL  OCCASIOJiij. 


220.    Common  Metre.    Steele.    J. 

1  "^TJ^ttEN  blooming  youth  is  snatcb'd 

▼  ▼     By  death'^s  resistless  hand,  (away 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power, — 1  too  must  die, — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  tbis  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray, 

5  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart 

Wiih  cleansing,  healing  power ; 


FUNERAL  OCCASIONS. 


S0j5. 


This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

221.     Common  xVletre.     Dr.  Wults.     J. 
IJfe  and  Eternity. 

1  ^g^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name  ! 
-^    And  humhly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  w  orms  we  be  ! 

Z  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
As  months  and  days  increase ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulse  we  tell. 
Leaves  one  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 

Whate\n'  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  triiv'iliug  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  thro' all  the  ground, 

To  push  Us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ; 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  lifers  feeble  strings. 


g06  FUNERAL  OCCASIONS. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  wo 

Attend  on  ev^y  breath ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

7  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense. 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

222.     Cottimon  Metre.     Hughes's  Coll.     J". 
DeaWs  a  Warning, 

1  "^7  A1N  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  5 
▼      Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh  ; 
Death  at  the  farthest  can't  be  far ; 
O  think  before  you  die  ! 

S  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  s^ve  ; 
Thy  sins  how  hig;h  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence, 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell  ; 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  Heaven  or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  5 


FUNKR\L  OL  CASIONS.  207 

But  all !  destruction  stops  not  there  ! 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb ! 

d  To-day,  the  gospel  calls  ;  to-day 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  ; 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue  : 

6  Rich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood, 
How  vile  soe'er  he  be ; 
Abundant  pardon,  peace  with  God  ; 
All  given  entirely  free. 

223.     Long  Metre.    Fawcett.    J. 

Tfie  death  of  the  Sinner  and  the  Saint, 

i  '^SlJJlThat  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 
▼  ▼      Await  the  sinner's  dying  bed! 
Death's  terrors  all  appear  in  sight. 
Presages  of  eternal  night ! 

S  His  sins  in  dreadful  order  rise, 
And  fill  his  soul  with  sad  surprise  ; 
Mount  Sinai's  thunder  stuns  his  ears. 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

3  Tormenting  pangs  distract  the  breast ; 
i    Where'er  he  turns,  he  finds  no  rest; 

Death  strikes  the  blow,  he  groans  &  cries, 
'    And,  in  despair  and  horror,  dies ! 


S08  FUNERAL  OCCASIONS. 

4  Not  SO  the  heir  of  heavenly  bliss ; 
His  soul  is  HUM  with  conscious  peace ; 
A  steady  faith  subdues  his  fear ; 

He  sees  the  happy  Canaan  near. 

f)  His  mind  is  tranquil  and  serene, 
No  terrors  in  his  looks  are  seen ; 
His  Saviour's  smile  dispels  the  gloom, 
And  smooths  his  passage  to  the  tomb. 

5  Lord,  make  my  faith  and  love  serene, 
My  judgment  sound,  my  conscience  clean; 
And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  past, 
May  I  be  found  in  peace  at  last. 

324.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J, 

Death  and  Glory. 

1  1|J|Y  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
I.¥_l   And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

S  And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb ; 
This  gloomy  prison  w  aits  for  you. 
Whene'er  the  summons  come. 

%  0  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die. 
And  place  us  in  their  stead, 


FUNERAL    OCCASIONS.  S09 

Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly 
And  converse  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above 
In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

9  How  should  we  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesh, 
These  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 
And  long  for  evening  to  undress, 
That  we  may  rest  with  God. 

6  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

225.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
•^  Funeral  Thought. 

1  "jTirARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
-3^  My  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
S  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
"  In  spite  of  all  your  towers; 
^^  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
"  Must  lie  as  low  as  ours.'^ 

s  2 


aiO  FUNERAL  OCCASIONS. 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom ! 

And  are  we  still  secure? 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb. 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

226.     Long  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    ^. 

1  "tra^^HY  should  we  start  or  fear  to  die? 
▼  ▼     What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals 


are 


Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there  ! 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
Stil]  we  shrink  back  again  to  life,  w 

Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay.  ^ 

S  O !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste; 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

1  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are ; 


FUNERAL    OCCASIONS.  SH 

While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 
2ar.    Long  Metre.     (Ps.  89.)     »^. 

1  to  Emember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
-^^ITow  frail  our  life^  how  short  the 

da\p,  ; 
Where  is  the  -*ian  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease  secure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  sense  lepine  and  cry, 

"  Must  death  forever  va^e  and  reign  ! 
*^  Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ?'^ 

3  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 
Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust  ? 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs., 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

41  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  : 
Awake  our  souls  and  bless  the  Lord, 
228.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    \^. 
1     A  ND  must  this  body  die, 
-^  This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay? 


SIS  FUNEIiAL  OCCASIONS. 

S       Corniptioii,  earth  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

8       God  my  Redeemer  lives^ 
And  often  from  the  sk^es 
Looks  down  and  wat^/Jes  all  my  dust, 
Till  be  shall  bid  it  rise. 
4       Array'd  in  glorious  grafee, 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine. 
And  ev'ry  shape  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

§       These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesu's  dying  love, 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 


229.     Short  Metre.     (Ps.  90.)     ^. 

LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame? 
O'lr  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

Alas,  the  brittle  clay, 
That  built  our  body  first ! 


FUNERAL  OCCASIONS.  213 

And  ev^ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  moiiUrring  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  ily  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 

Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 

We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  wa}^, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  w  aft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea  ; 

Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

230.     Commoii  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    J, 

1  "^W^HY  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 

▼  ▼     Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  leift  a  long  perfume  : 


Si4  FUNEKAL   OCCASIONS. 

3  The  paves  of  a  II  the  saints  hebless'd, 

And  s(»f  en'd  ev'ry  bed  : 
W  here  should  the  living;  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

4  Thersce  he  arose  and  burst  the  chain, 

1     shew  our  Feet  the  way, 
Frojj  shades  where  death  and  darkness 
To  realms  of  endless  day.  [reign 

5  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

Arid  bid  his  kindre<l  rise ; 
Awake,  ye  nations,  under  ground, 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

231.     Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.    J, 

I  "%^  HY  should  our  mourning  thoughts 
▼  ^   To  grovel  in  the  dust  ?      [delight 
Or  why  should  streams  of  tears  unite 
Around  th'  expiring  just? 

I  Did  not  the  Lord  our  Saviour  die, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave? 
Did  not  our  Lord  ascend  on  high. 
And  prove  his  power  to  save  ? 

5  Doth  not  the  sacred  Spirit  come 
And  dwell  in  all  the  saints  ? 


FUNERAL    OCCASIONS.  ^16 

And  should  the  teraples  of  his  grace 
Resound  with  long  complaints  ? 

4  Awake,  my  soul,  and  like  the  sun, 

Burst  through  each  sable  cloud  ; 
^And  thou,  my  voice,  though  broke  with 
Tune  forth  thy  songs  aloud.       (sighs, 

5  The  spirit  rais'd  my  Saviour  up, 

When  he  had  bled  for  me ; 
And,  spite  of  death  and  hell,  shall  raise 
Thy  pious  friends  and  thee. 

232.     Common  Metre.     Trivett.      *9. 

1  IV'J  Y  God  !  my  God  !  and  must  I  die, 
jyM.  Thy  presence  to  behold  ; 

Lord  break  the  bauds,  and  let  me  fly 
To  tread  the  streets  of  gold. 

%  Learn  me  to  dwell  on  things  above, 
And  sing  as  saints  do  there, 
Those  brightest  objects  of  thy  love  ; 
And  quickly  me  prepare 

2  To  drop  the  body,  and  remove 

To  yonder  worlds  on  high  ; 
Fain  on  thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
My  soul  would  thither  fly. 


I  il6  FUNEliAL    OCCASIONS. 

I 

|}  4  Yet,  trembling  at  each  swelling  wave 
Of  death's  cold  Hood,  1  stand  ; 
Afraid  to  launch  in  (hem  juid  leave 
This  body  and  this  land. 

But  if  my  Jesus  1  could  hear, 

And  see  him  standing;  by  ; 
My  soul  would  mount  beyond  iier  fear^ 

Through  death  for  Heaven  liy. 

233.         Long  Metre.      Trivett.     ^. 

Funeral  Occasions. 

1  "T^EATH,  as  a  sleep  or  gentle  doze, 
-«-^    Does  every  weary  saint  ccmipose  : 
'Lays  all  its  pain,  and  gnefs  remove, 
Conveys  the  soiil  to  worlds  above. 

2  Where  all  its  sighs  and  mournful  cries, 
With  pained  heart  and  flowing  eyes, 
Are  cbang'd  for  pleasures  lasting,  sweet. 
Nor  can  it  more  with  sorrow  meet. 

3  Blest  in  the  Lamb's  embrace  it  lies, 
Praising  its  God  above  the  skies ; 
In  sparkling  robes  of  glory  bright, 
Transporting  joys  and  pure  delight. 

4  Thus  with  the  growing  concert  join, 
And  seraphs  in  music  divine, 


FUNERAL    OCCASIONS.  SI? 

^Tis  rapture  almost  ravishing, 

To  hear  the  charming  notes  they  sing. 

5  Nor  can  those  joys  sublime  be  less, 
They're  flowing  streams  of  perfect  bliss  ; 
Yet  parents  and  rt^lations  dear, 
Are  loath  their  loving  friend  to  spare. 


234.     Long  Metre.     Trivett.     Jl, 


1  ^Tfc^E  needs  must  die  who  banished  lie, 
▼  ▼      Cloth^l  with  corrupt  mortality  ; 
And  drop  these  clothes  of  sinful  clay, 
Within  the  silent  grave  to  lay. 

S  God  no  man's  person  so  respects  ; 
The  fairest  jewels,  though  select, 
To  dwell  with  Christ  in  majesty, 
Must  need  submit,  wither  and  die. 

3  'Tis  not  in  mortal  bodies  we 
Jehovah's  face  can  ever  see ; 
But  are  as  water  on  the  ground, 
Till  Christ  the  jubMee  trumpet  sound. 

4?  Then  he  that  did  our  ransom  pay. 
Will  clothe  the  saints  in  bright  array; 
As  from  the  beds  of  dust  they  rise, 
More  splendid  than  the  sparkling  skie«» 


^18  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

5  Wrapt  in  immortal  beauties  bri2;ht, 
Transcendant  pleasures  and  delight ; 
And  while  each  saint  his  friend  embrace, 
The  growing  raptures  will  increase. 

235.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  V/atts.     J, 

Evem7ig. 

READ   Sovereign^  let  my  evening 
Like  hol^'  incense  rise ;  (song 

Assist  the  offering  of  my  tongue  1 

To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

S  Through  all  the  dan2;ers  of  the  day, 
Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard. 
And  still  to  drive  ray  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around  ; 
But  0  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found? 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

^  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 
To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.  819 

And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewM  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  the  eaibraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

236.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J, 

Lord^s  day  Morning. 

O  day  God  bids  the  faithful  rest, 
To  day  he  show'rs  his  grace ; 
*^  Seek  ye  my  face,'^  the  Lord  hath  said ; 
Lord,  we  will  seek  thy  face. 

S  Come,  let  us  leave  the  things  of  earth, 
With  God's  assembly  join  ; 
Lo !   Heaven  descends,  to  welcome  man 
To  taste  the  things  divine  ! 

3  We  come,  dear  Saviour,  lo !  we  come^ 
Lord  of  our  life  and  soul ; 
We  come  diseased   and  faint,  and  sick  ; 
Be  pleas'd  to  make  us  whole. 

4j  We  thirst,  and  fly  to  thee,  O  Lord, 
Thou  fountain-head  of  good  ; 
Filthy  we  come,  and  all  unclean  : 
O  cleanse  us  in  thy  blood. 


S30  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

5  0  may  we  please  onr  Goil  to  day, 

May  that  be  all  our  care  ! 
Give,  Lord,  thy  2;race,  lest  evil  thoughts 
Should  min£;le  in  our  pray'r. 

6  Amidst  th'  assembly  of  thy  saints 

Let  us  be  faithful  found  ; 
And  let  us  join  in  humble  prayer, 
And  in  thy  praise  abound. 

7  Let  thy  good  Spirit  help  our  souls 

With  faith  thy  word  to  hear ; 
Be  with  us  in  thy  temple,  Lord, 
And  let  us  find  thee  near. 


S. 


Short  Metre.    (Ps.  19.)      J, 
Lord^s  day  Morning. 
EHOLD  !  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way ; 
His  beams  throu£;h  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

%      But  where  the  gospel  comes 
It  spreads  diviner  light  ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3       How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  just  : 


FA>IILY    WORSHIP.  SSI 

For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4       My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n ! 

0  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven  ! 

238.    Common  Metre.     (Ps.  4.  Dr.  Watts.)     J, 

Evenino', 

1  IT  ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
^-^  1  am  for  ever  thine  ; 

1  fear  heforc  thee  all  the  dav, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head. 

From  cares  and  hus'ness  free. 
^Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  : 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,   with  my    thoughts    compos'd  to 

peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  ray  slumbers  keep. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

239.    Common  Metre.     Newport  Col.    J, 

Lord^s  day  Morning. 

1  "IT  ORD  bast  thou  suffered  me  to  see 
-1-^  Another  of  th.y  days  ! 
O  fill  my  heart  with  love  to  thee, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  praise ! 

S  Wirhin  thy  lower  courts  of  grace 
Let  me  with  pleasure  stay  ; 
And  let  a  smile  from  Jesu's  face 
Chase  all  my  doubts  away. 

3  Display  the  riches  of  thy  grace, 
My  broken  heart  to  cheer : 
And  shew  thy  reconciled  face 
To  all  thy  people  here. 

l  As  in  the  ancient  days,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  trophies  spread  ; 
Gird  on  thy  all  victorious  sword, 
And  fill  thy  foes  with  dread. 

5  Let  ev'«y  hardened  sinner  here. 

Feel  that  thy  power  abounds  : 
Each  broken  heart  with  comforts  cheer, 
And  heal  their  bleeding  w^ounds. 

6  Bes'  end,  O  sweet  celestial  dove. 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ! 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  SS3 

Cause  now  a  dear  Redeemer's  love 
T'  iailanie  and  quicken  uurs, 

240.     Common  Metre.     Newport  Cull.     J. 

Lord-s  day  Evening. 

1  7^^^  '  Lord,  another  of  thy  days 
-L^    I  have  on  earth  enjoy'd  ; 

But  ah,  how  little  to  thy  praise 
My  heart  has  been  employ 'd  ! 

2  Tho'  I  have  heard  thy  holy  word, 

And  in  thy  worship  join'd, 
Alas,  how  little  of  it,  Lord, 
Remains  upon  my  mind  ! 

3  Wast  thou  to  call  me  to  account, 

VV^hat  T  have  2;ainM  this  day ; 
How  low  the  product  would  amount, 
I  tremble,  Lord,  to  say  ! 

4  Much  like  the  burren  heath  am  I; 

Tho^  oft  refresh 'd   with  rain. 
Still  it  continues  hard  and  dry, 
And  fruitless  doth  remain. 

5  For  .lesu's  sake  ray  fruitlessnesi 

Reon^mber,  Lord,  no  more; 
And,  whilst  mv  j-juU  I  here  confess, 
Pur^e  out  my  heuious  s^core. 


334*  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

6  iVnd,  e'er  my  soul  shall  be  undrest, 
To  take  its  last  remove; 

0  fit  me  for  thai  glorious  rest 
Thou  hast  prepar'd  above. 

241.      Short    Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 

*i  Morning  Hymn, 

1  Ql^E  Jiov7  the  mounting  sun 
^^  Pursues  his  shinins;  way  ;. 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  ev'ry  brightening  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its  heavenly  parent  sing  ; 

And  to  its  great  original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  1  laid  me  down, 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 

1  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 

My  kind  Preserver  near  ! 

4  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 
This  weak  defenceless  frame  ; 

But  whence  these  favours.  Lord,  to  me, 
All  worthless  as  I  am  ? 

5  Oh  !   how  shall  I  repay 
The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  S2f» 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  cross 
1  bring  my  sacriiice  ; 

TingM  with  thy  blood  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

7  My  life  1  would  anew 
Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

And^  in  thy  service,  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

242.     Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J, 
An  Evening  Hymn. 
i     ^JOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
-4-^    Let  ilam«*s  of  love  arise ; 
Assist  us,  Lo uu,  to  oifer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

S   Minutes  and  mercies  niultiplied 
Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favour,  and  new  joys, 
Do  a  new  song  require  ; 
'Till  we  shall  (iinise  thee  as  we  would. 
Accept  our  hearts  desire. 


^S6  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Lord  of  our  days,  whose  hand  hath  set 
New  time  upon  our  score ; 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

243.     Long  Metre.      Bp.  Ken.     J. 
Evening. 

1  £^  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
^-^  F()r  all  the  blessings  of  the  4ight ; 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
Whatever  ill  this  day  I've  done ; 
That,  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  1  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphing  rise  at  the  last  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  my  eye-lids  close ; 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  [  awake. 

5  Let  my  blest  guardian,  while  I  sleep. 
Close  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep ; 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  SS7 

Let  no  vain  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host  ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

241.     Lono;  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 

Morning. 

1  4  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
-^^  Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise. 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacriiice. 

2  Redeem  thy  mispent  time  that's  past. 
Live  this  day  as  if  'twere  thy  last ; 
T'  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care, 
'Gainst  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon  day  clear  ; 
Think  how  th'  a  11- seeing  God  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thouglits  surveys. 

4?  Glory  to  God,  who  safe  liath  kept, 
And  hath  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept  ; 
Grant  Lord  w  hen  1  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 


^38  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

5  Direct,  controul,  suggest  this  day 
All  I.  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

Tlrdi  all  ray  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glor>  may  unite. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whora  all  hlessings  flow? 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  helow  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

245.     Comraon  Metre.     Cennick.     J. 
Lord\'i  day  Evening, 
1  ISJiirHEN,  0  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 
▼  ▼     Behold  thee  all  serene; 
Blest  in  perpetual  sabbath  day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

g  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here 
Amidst  a  world  of  cares ; 
Incline  ray  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  ray  prayers. 

3  Release  my  soul  from  ev'ry  chain, 
No  more  hell's  ca^4ive  led  ; 
And  pardon  a  repenting  child, 
For  whom  Hie  Saviour  bled. 

4!  Spare  me,  OGod,  O  spare  the  soul 
That  gives  itself  to  thee ; 
Take  all  tliat  I  possess  below, 
And  give  thyself  to  me. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.  t^% 

5  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 
To  be  my  guide  and  friend  ; 
To  light  my  way  to  ceaseless  joys  ! 
Where  sabbaths  never  end. 

^46.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    J. 
Morning  or  Evening. 

1   1^/3  Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
XV i  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

S  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night; 
Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command  ; 
To  thee  1  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

247.     Short  Metre.      Dr.  Watts.     A. 
For  the  Morning. 

1      d^NCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
^-?  Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 


S3()  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats/^ 

The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  ^Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  w  retched  souls  are  fled, 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  ; 
And  yet  thou  length^iest  out  my  thread, 
A^nd  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine. 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smihs  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 


248.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     w8. 
Morning  or  Evening* 

1  ¥5  OS  ANN  A  with  a  cheerful  sound, 
-M.  To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round. 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  231 

2  That  was  a  most  amazing  power^ 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word  ; 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hoar^ 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  evening  rests  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 

We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

^  The  rising  morning  can't  assure 
That  we  shall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  sin, 

To  an  avenging  law  ; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  every  gasp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings  ; 
Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night, 
Beneath  his  shady  wings. 
249.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     ^. 
Faith  the  Gift  of  God. 
1  "0"ATL,  Alpha  and  Ome2:a,  hail ! 
jl3.   Author  of  all  our  faith, 
The  finisher  of  all  our  hopes, 
The  truth,  the  life,  the  path. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

2  Hail !  First  and  Last,  the  Morning  Star, 
In  whom  we  live  and  move  : 
Incr  ase  our  little  spark  of  faith, 
And  purify  our  love. 

8  Let  that  belief  which  Jesus  taught 
Be  treasur'd  in  our  breast ; 
The  evidence  of  unseen  joys, 
The  substance  of  our  rest. 

4  0  let  us  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

From  grace  to  greater  grace, 
From  one  degree  of  faith  to  more, 
Till  we  behold  thy  face. 

250.     Common  Metre.    Lyric  Poems. 
Omnipotent  God. 

1  ^IpHE  LDrd  !  how  fearful  is  his  name  ! 
-^    How  wide  is  his  command  ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Kest  on  his  mighty  hand. 

5  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  light  his  awful  robe  ; 
Whilst  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  233 

3  A  word  of  his  Almighty  breath. 

Can  swell  or  sink  the  seas ; 
Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them  as  he  please. 

4  Adoring  angels  round  him  fall, 

In  all  their  shining.forms  ; 
His  sovereign  eye  looks  thro'  them  all, 
And  pities  mortal  worms. 

5  Now  let  the  Lord  for  ever  reign, 

And  sway  us  as  he  will ; 
Sick,  or  in  health,  in  ease  or  pain, 
We  are  his  favorites  still. 

251.     Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     ^. 
Tribulation  below. 

1  "W  OR  D,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 
mJ  That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
No  streams  of  living  joy  ? 

S  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 
And  mortal  poisons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dangerous  waters  flow. 

8  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode, 
Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 

u  2 


S84  fAMILY   WORSHIP. 

Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heavenly  road^ 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4?  Our  souls  shall  tread  the  desart  thro' 
With  undiverted  feet; 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  subdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  Hill. 

252.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts,    if. 
Seeking  the  Lord. 

|FTEN  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night ; 
Jesus,  my  love,  my  soul's  delight ; 
With  warm  desire  and  restless  thought, 
I  seek  him  oft,  but  find  iiim  not. 

2  Then  I  arise  and  search  the  street. 
Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet; 
I  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  see  ray  soul's  delight  ?'^ 

3  Sometimes  1  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heavenly  ray  ; 

I  h^ap  ^orjoy  to  see  \m  ^ace, 
And  hold  him  fast  in  my  embrace. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  235 

He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  hearty 
Piere'd  for  my  sins  with  deadly  smart ; 
I  give  my  soul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  share. 

I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  disturb  my  joys ; 
!Nor  sin  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart. 
Nor  cause  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

253.    Long  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     Ji. 
Divine  use  of  Music, 
J'e  sing  to  thee,  whose  wisdom  form- d 
The  curious  organ  of  the  ear ; 
And  thou  who  gav'sl  us  voices,  Lord, 
Our  grateful  songs  in  kindness  hear. 

S  We'll  joy  in  God,  who  is  the  spring 
Of  lawful  joy  and  harmless  mirth  ; 
Whose  boundless  love  is  fitly  calPd 
The  harmony  of  heaven  and  earth. 

3  Those  praises,  dearest  Lord,  aloud 
Our  humble  sonnets  shall  rehearse : 
Which  rightly  tun'd,  are  rightly  stiled 
The  music  of  the  universe. 

4  And  while  we  sing,  we'll  consecrate 
That  too  too  much  profaned  art, 


236  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 


1 


By  offering  up  with  ev'ry  tongue, 
In  ev'ry  song  a  flaming  heart. 

5  We'll  hallow  pleasure,  and  redeem 
From  vulgar  use  our  precious  voice ; 
Those  lips  which  wantonly  have  sung. 
Shall  serve  our  turn  for  nobler  joys. 

254.     Long  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     ^. 
Ji  Morning  Hymn. 

1     A  WAKE,  my  soul,  awake  mine  eyes, 
-^  Awake,  my  drowsy  faculties  : 
Awake  and  see  the  new  born  light, 
Spring  from  the  darksome  womb  of  night, 

S  Look  up  and  see,  th'  unwearied  sun, 
Already  has  his  race  begun  ; 
The  pretty  lark  is  mounted  high, 
And  sings  his  matins  in  the  sky. 

3  Arise  my  soul,  and  thou  my  voice, 
In  early  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
O  great  Creator,  heav'nly  King, 
Thy  praises  ever  let  me  sing. 

4  Thy  power  has  made,  thy  goodness  kept 
This  fenceless  body  while  I  slept : 

Yet  one  night  more  hast  thou  kept  me 
From  all  the  powers  of  darkness  free. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  287 

St  O  keep  my  heart  from  sin  secure, 
My  life  iinblameable  and  pure ; 
That  when  the  last  of  days  shall  come, 
I  cheerfully  may  meet  my  doom. 

255.     Long  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     *^. 
An  Evening  Hymn. 
1   QLeep,  downy  sleep,  come  close  mine 
^  Tir'd  with  beholding;  vanities  :  (eyes, 
Welcome,  sweet  sleep,  and  chase  away 
The  toils  and  foilies  of  the  day. 

3  On  thy  soft  bosom  will  I  lie, 

Forget  the  world,  and  learn  to  die ; 
O  Israel's  watchful  shepherd,  spread 
Thy  guardian  angels  round  my  bed. 

3  Let  not  the  spirits  of  the  air. 
While  I  lie  slumbering,  rae'ensnare ; 
But  guard  thy  suppliant  free  from  barm, 
Clasp'd  in  thine  everlasting  arm. 

4  Clouds  and  thick  darkness  are  thy  throne, 
Thy  wonderful  pavilion  ; 

O  dart  from  thence  one  heavenly  ray, 
And  then  my  midnight  shall  be  day. 

5  Thus  when  the  morn,  in  crimson  drest, 
Breaks  through  the  windows  of  the  east, 


S38  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

My  thankful  hymns  of  praise  shall  rise, 
Like  incense  of  the  sacrifice. 

256.     Long  Metre.     Stennett    d. 
The  Christian  Honourable. 

1  l^O*^'  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 
i.^   Who  boast  the  honours  of  their  birth, 
Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 
As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

%  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n, 
To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  Heav'n  ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 

8  On  them,  a  happy  chosen  race, 
Their  Father  pours  his  richest  grace  : 
To  them  his  counsels  he  imparts, 
And  stamps  his  image  on  their  hearts. 

4  Their  infant  cries,  their  tender  age, 
His  pity  and  his  love  engage  : 

He  clasps  them  in  his  arms,  and  there 
Secures  them  with  parental  care. 

5  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go  ; 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  S39 

257.     Long  Metre.     (Ps.  51.)     ^. 
Depravity  of  J\*ature, 

1  "1"  ORD,  T  am  vile,  coneeiv'd  in  sin, 
-3-^  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

§  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  : 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart; 
But  we're  defll'd  in  every  part. 

S  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true : 
O  make  me  wise,  betimes  to  spy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face, 
My  only  refu2;e  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast. 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running;  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea. 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stam  away. 


S4fO  FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

258.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 
Christ^ s  Presence  Desirable » 

1  IVJY  (rod,  my  life,  my  love, 
ivJ,  To  thee,  to  thee  T  call ; 

I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove. 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  (Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  [  dwell; 

'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.) 

3  (The  smilings  of  thy  face. 
How  amiahle  they  are  1 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there.) 

4  (To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is.) 

6       Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  S41 


559.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     ^. 
Tiie  Believer  Christ- s  Property, 

1     A  ND  is  it  yet,  dear  Lord,  a  doubt, 
-^  If  in  my  breast  thou  reigu'st  alone  ; 
O  find  the  lurking  rival  out, 
And  drag  the  traitor  from  the  throne. 

%  Would  earth's  delusive,  trifling  charms 
Assume  a  power  above  thy  name? 
Stab  each  usurper  in  my  arms, 
And  vindicate  thy  rightful  claim. 

3  By  purchase,  duty,  ev'ry  tie. 

Yea  choice  itself.  Lord,  I  am  thine ; 
Maintain  thy  right,  or  let  me  die, 
Ere  from  thy  love  my  soul  decline. 

4  If  my  unsteady  heart  would  rove, 
(And  well  thou  know'st  its  treacherous 

frame,) 
If  ought  below  or  ought  above. 
Would  share  or  quench  the  sacred  flame  ; 

5  Chase  the  curs'd  object  from  my  soul, 
Thence,   thence    the    twining   mischief 

tear; 


M2  WORSHIP. 

Keign  thou  the  sovereign  of  the  whole, 
Be  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there, 

260     Twice  5  and  11.     The  Coll.     J. 
*■  Moving  Jesus. 

Come  let  us  join, 


Together  combine, 
To  praise  our  clear  Saviour,  our  Master 
divine. 

2  He  worthy  is  blest 
By  spirits  at  rest, 

Who  once  in  this  desert  his  Godhead  con- 
fessM. 

3  The  prophets  who  told 
His  suif'ring  of  old, 

Sing  now  sweet  thanksgivings  on  psalt'ries 
of  gold. 

4  The  fathers  to  whom 

He  shew'd  he  would  come, 
Now    in    his  pavilion  take  up  their  long 
home. 

5  The  spirits  of  men 
Who  for  him  were  slain, 

From  xibel  the  righteous,  share  now  in  his 
reign . 


WORSHIP.  S43 

6  The  apostles  who  stood^ 
Resisting  to  blood 

For  Jesus's  gospel,  rejoice  in  their  God. 

7  O  church  of  the  Lamb  I 
Here  met,  do  the  same, 

With  saints  and  with  angels  bless  Jesus's 
name. 

8  My  soul  bear  a  part, 
For  ransora'd  thou  art 

By  Jesu's  blood-shedding,  his  burial  and 
smart. 

9  To  him  that  was  slain, 
The  scorn'd  Nazarene, 

Be  glory  and  honour ;  let  all  say,  Ameu. 

261.      Twice  5  and  11.     The  Coll.     J. 
Faith's  Claim. 

1         k  LL  ye  that  pass  by, 

■^^  To  Jesus  draw  nigh  ; 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die? 

Your  ransom  and  peace, 

Your  surety  he  is  ; 
Come  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  his. 

%  For  what  you  have  done 
His  blood  must  atone  ; 


244  wo  us  11 1  p. 

The  Father  has  punishM  for  you  his  dear 
Son  ; 

He  ansvver'd  for  all; 

O  come  at  his  call, 
iJind  low  at  his  cross  with  astonishment  fall. 

2  For  you  and  for  me 

He  pray'd  on  the  tree ; 
The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  sinner  set  free ; 

That  sinner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jesus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  will  not  deny. 

4  My  pardon  I  claimj 
For  a  sinner  I  am, 

A  sinner  believins;  in  Jesus's  name : 

He  purchas'd  the  grace, 

Which  now  I  embrace, 
0  Father,  thou  know'st  he  has  died  in  my 
place. 

5  His  death  is  my  plea ; 
My  Advocate  see, 

And  hear  the  blood  speak  that  has  answered 
for  me ; 
Acquitted  I  was, 


WORSHIP.  S4f> 

When  he  bled  on  the  cross ; 
And  by   losing   his  life    he      carried  my 
cause. 

262.     A. 
Blessings  of  the  Gospel, 

JESUS,  our  Lord, 
Thy  name  be  adored, 
For  all  the  rich  blessings  convey'd  by  thy 
word. 

2  In  spirit  we  trace 
Thy  wonders  of  grace, 

And  cheerfully  join  in  a  concert  of  praise. 

3  The  Ancient  of  Days 
His  glory  displays ; 

And  shines  on  his  chosen  with  quickening 
rays. 

4  The  trumpet  of  God 
Is  sounding  aloud 

The  language  of  mercy — salvation  through 
blood. 

5  Thrice  happy  are  they 
That  hear  and  obey, 

And  share  in  the  blessings  of  this  gospel- 
day. 

x2 


1*46  WORSHIP. 

6  The  peopk  who  know 
The  Saviour  below, 

With  burning    affection   to   worship   him 
glow, 

7  This  blessing  be  mine, 
Through  favour  divine  ; 

But  O,  my  Redeemer,  the  glory  be  thine. 

263.     Twice  6  and  4,  thrice  6  and  4. 
The  Coll.    J. 

M  Opening  Worship. 

i  ^OMK,  thou  Almighty  King, 
^   Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days. 

S  Jesus,  our  Loud,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  Almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd  : 
Lord,  hear  our  call  1 


WORSHIP*  %Vt 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come !  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness 

On  us  descend  ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou  who  Almighty  art. 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power  !  ^ 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
Eternal  praises  be, 

Hence — evermore ! 
His  sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity, 

Love  and  adore, 

264.     Twice  6,  8  and  4.     D.  Oliver.     JL 
The  Covenant  God. 

1  ?^HE  God  of  Abr'am  praise, 
-^    Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  5 


^*8  WORSHIP. 

Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  love  ! 
Jehovah  great  I  AM  ! 
By  earth  and  Heaven  confess'd ; 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 
For  ever  bless'd, 

S       The  God  of  Abram  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  his  right  hand. 
Fd  all  on  earth  forsake, 
Its  wisdom,  fame  and  power ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make. 
My  shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abram  praise, 
Whose  all  sufficient  grace 

Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 
In  all  his  ways  : 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  ! 
He  calls  himself  my  God  ! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end. 
Through  Jesu's  blood. 

4  He  by  himself  hath  sworn, 
I  on  his  oath  depend. 


WORSHIP.  249 

I  shall,  on  eagles  wings  up-borne, 
To  heaven  ascend  : 
1  shall  behold  his  face, 
I  shall  his  power  adore  ; 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 
For  evermore ! 

PART    THE  SECOND. 

Tho'  nature's  strength  decay, 
And  earth  and  hell  withstand ; 
To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way 
At  God's  command  : 
The  watery  deep  I  pass. 
With  Jesus  in  my  view, 
And  thro'  the  howling  wilderness 
My  way  pursue. 

The  goodly  land  I  see. 
With  peace  and  plenty  blest  5 
The  land  of  sacred  liberty, 
And  endless  rest  : 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 
And  oil  and  wine  abound  ; 
And  trees  of  life  for  ever  grow. 
With  mercy  crown'd. 

There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 
The  Lord  our  righteousness  ; 


S0O  WORSHIP. 


I 


Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 
The  Prince  of^Peace. 
On  Zion's  8acred  height 
His  kingdom  still  maintains ; 
And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light, 
For  ever  reigns. 

8  The  ransom'd  nations  bow 
Before  the  Saviour's  face, 

And  at  his  feet  their  crowns  they  throw, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  grace : 
He  shews  his  prints  of  love ; 
They  kindle  to  a  flame, 

And  sound  thro'  all  the  worlds  above, 
"  The  slaughtered  Larab.'^ 

9  The  whole  triumphant  host 
Gives  thanks  to  God  on  high  : 

"Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost!" 
They  ever  cry. 

Hail  Abram's  God  and  mine, 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays  : 
All  mi2;ht  and  nrnjesty  are  thinej 

And  endless  praise. 


NEW  year's  day.  S51 

265.     Four  6  and  twice  8.     The  Coll.     /. 
For  J^ew-Fear^s  Day. 

1  niPHE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 

-^      The  GrOD  of  ages  praise  ! 

Who  reigns  enthroned  on  high 

Ancient  of  endless  days  ; 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trial  here, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

2  Barren  and  withered  trees, 
We  cumber'd  long  the  ground  ; 
No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found  ; 
Yet  did  he  us  in  mercy  spare 
Another,  and  another  year. 

S       When  justice  bar'd  the  sword. 
To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 
Cried,  ^*  Let  it  still  alone  :" 
The  Father  mild  inclin'd  his  ear. 
And  spar'd  us  yet  another  year. 

4       Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood 
From  God  obtained  the  grace. 
Who  therefore  hath  bestow'd 
On  us  a  longer  space  : 


tS^  new-year's  da  v. 

Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo  !  we  see  another  year. 

&      Then  dig  about  our  root, 
Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 
To  thy  great  praise  abound, 
O  let  us  all  thy  praise  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

266.     Four  6,  and  twice  8.     The  Coll.     J, 

The  Barren  Fig-Tree, 

i       r|^HE  Church  a  garden  is, 
-»-    In  which  believer's  stand 
Like  ornamental  trees, 
Planted  by  God's  own  hand  ; 
His  Spirit  waters  all  their  roots, 
And  every  branch  abounds  with  fruit. 

S      But  other  trees  there  are 
In  this  enclosure  grow. 
Which  though  they  promise  fair, 
Have  only  leaves  to  shew  ; 
No  fruits  of  grace  are  on  them  found. 
They  are  but  cumb'rers  of  the  ground. 

S      The  under-gard'ner  grieves, 
Iq  vain  hie  strength  he  spends, 


new-year's  day.  Sf^i 

For  heaps  of  useless  leaves 

Afford  him  small  amends : 
He  hears  the  Lord  his  will  make  known, 
To  cut  the  barren  fig-tree  down. 

4       How  difficult  his  post  1 

What  pangs  his  bowels  move! 
To  find  his  wishes  crost, 
His  efforts  useless  prove  : 
His  last  relief  is  earnest  prayer, 
Lord,  spare  them  yet  another  year, 

9       Spare  them  and  let  me  try 
What  further  means  may  do ; 
I'll  fresh  manure  apply, 
My  digging  I'll  renew  : 

Who  knows  but  yet  they  fruit  mayyield ; 

If  not — 'tis  just,  they  must  be  fell'd. 

6       If  under  means  of  grace 
!No  fruit  of  grace  appear. 
It  is  a  dreadful  case, 
Tho'  God  may  long  forbear  ; 
At  length  he'll  strike  the  threaten'd  blow^ 
And  lay  the  barren  fig-tree  low. 


SM?  REJOICE. 

9.67,    Four  6  and  twice  8.  The  Coll.    X 
Rejoice,  Phill.  iv.  4. 

1       -«  EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
-i^  Your  God  and  King  adore ; 
Mortals  give  thanks,  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore : 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

S      Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns. 
The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 
Till  all  his  foes  submit 
And  bow  to  his  command. 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

5  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  sins  destroy ; 


THE   CEREMONIAL   LAW.  255 

And  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

268.    Four  6  and  twice  8.    Cowper.    J. 
The  Ceremonial  Law, 

ISRAEL  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 
But  learn'd  the  gospel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 

The  Paschal  sacrifice. 
And  blood  besprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 
And  once  applied  with  power, 

Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 

To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 


S06  CEREMONIAL  LAW. 

3  The  Lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 
Should  be  the  soul's  defence ; 
For  he  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failing  of  his  own. 

4  The  scape  goat  on  his  head 
The  people's  trespass  bore. 
And,  to  the  desert  led. 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more  : 

In  him  our  surety  seera'd  to  say,"" 
^*  Behold  I  bear  your  sins  away.'^ 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free ; 
The  type  well  understood, 
Expressed  the  sinner's  plea; 

Described  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharg'd, 

6  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace 
Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  foosteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  same  in  every  age  ! 

O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsafd  to  me. 


GOD   OUR   SUPPORT.  S57 

269.     4  of  6  and  2  of  8.  (Ps.  121.)  ^. 
God  our  Support, 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes; 
From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made ; 
God  is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh  in  ev'ry  hour. 

My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Or   fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide 
Defends  me  from  my  fears, 
Those  wakeful  eyes  that  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep,  when  dangers  rise. 

Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord, 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  ; 
I'll  go  and  come,  nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high  thou  call  me  home. 

270.     (Ps.  136.) 
Power  and  Grace. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
The  universal  Lord  5 

Y      2 


tSB  POWER   AND  GRACE. 

The  sovereign  King  of  kings ; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  power  and  grace^ 

Are  still  the  same ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  seas. 
And  spreads  the  heavens  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord^ 
Shall  still  endure  ; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wisdom  fram'd  the  sun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars^ 
To  cheer  the  darksome  night. 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 


PRAISB   TO   GOD*  S59 

271.     (Ps.  148.)  ^. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 
i  "Y^E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

A    With  heav'n  and  earth  and  seas^ 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  nigh^ 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
With  stars  of  twinkling  light 

His  power  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand. 
Or  in  swift  courses  move 
By  his  supreme  command* 

He  spake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 


S60  MAJESTY   OF   CHRIST. 

From  nothing  came, 
To  praise  the  Lord. 

272.    Proper  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 
Majesty  of  Christ. 

1  "^jrriTH  cheerful  voice  I  sing 

▼  ▼     The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word  : 

Nature,  and  art. 

Can  ne'er  supply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  Majesty. 

2  In  Jesus  we  behold 

Hif^  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  forever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne. 

3  Immeu'^e  compassion  reigns 
In  our  Liimanuel's  heart. 
When  he  descends  to  act 
A  Mediator's  part. 


OPENING  A  PLACE  OF  WORSHIP.      S6i 

He  is  a  friend 
And  brother  too ; 
Divinely  kind 
Divinely  true. 

27S.     Four  of  6,  and  two  of  8.  B.  Francis.  J. 
On  opening  a  Place  of  JVorship^ 

IN  sweet  exalted  strains 
The  King  of  §lory  praise  ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  lie  reigns, 
Through  everlasting  days  : 
He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controuls^ 
Sustains  or  sinks  the  distant  poles. 

To  earth  he  bends  his  throne, 
His  throne  of  grace  divine  ;  '^ 

Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wide  his  glories  shine : 
Fair  Salem,  still  his  chosen  rest, 
Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 

Then,  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favour  crown 

This  temple  as  thy  dome. 

This  people  as  thy  own  : 
Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 


S6:3  BAPTISM. 

4  Here,  may  thine  ears  attend 
Our  interceding  cries, 

And  grateful  praise  ascend 

All  fragrant  to  the  skies  : 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound; 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 

5  Here,  may  th'  attentive  throng 
Imhibe  thy  truth  and  love, 
And  converts  join  the  song 
Of  seraphim  above, 

And  v^^illing  crowds  surround  thy  board 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

6  Here,  may  our  unborn  sons 
And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine,  like  polish'd  stones, 
Thro'  long  succeeding  days  ; 

Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand  and  men  adore. 

274.     Four  6,  and  twice  8.     Hart.      X 
On  Baptism, 
EPENTand  be  baptized 
Saitb  your  redeeming  Lord, 
Ye  all  are  now  apprized 
That  'tis  your  Saviour's  word ; 


GOSPEL   TRUMPET.  S63 

Arise,  arise  without  delay, 

Aud  Christ's  divine  commands  obey. 

S       Come  ye  believing  train, 

No  more  this  truth  withstand, 
No  longer  think  it  vain 
T'  obey  your  Lord's  command 
But  haste,  arise,  without  delay, 
And  be  baptiz'd  in  Jesu's  way. 

3       Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
To  thy  great  name  we  pray  ; 
Make  the  converted  race 
Thine  ordinance  obey : 
O  may  thy  love  their  souls  overcome, 
And  draw  them  to  thy  liquid  tomb. 

275.     Four  of  6,  and  two  of  8.    The  Coll.     A 
Gospel  Trumpet. 

LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

Exalt  the  Son  of  God, 
The  all  atoning  Lamb ; 


26^        Christ's  resurrection. 

lledemption  in  his  blood 
To  all  the  world  proclaim : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 

Keturu,  ye  rausom'd  sinners,  home, 

3       Ye,  who  have  sold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 
Come,  take  it  back  unbought, 
Thegiftof  JESU'slove: 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4}       The  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  hear, 
And  earth's  remotest  bounds 
Before  the  throne  appear. 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

Q76,    4  of  6  and  2  of  8.  Rippon's  Coll.    ^. 
ChrisVs  Resurrection. 

WAKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 
Shake  off  each  slothful  band^ 
The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblest  songs  demand  : 
Auspicious  morn  !  thy  blissful  rays 
Bright  seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 


THE  POOR  SINNER.  265 

At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 

The  glorious  prince  of  life 

Her  dark  domains  confined  : 
Th'  angelic  host  around  him  bends, 
And  ^midst  their  shouts  the  God  ascends. 

All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Heaven  with  Hosannas  rings  ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

4      Make  bare  thy  potent  arm. 

And  wing  th'  unerring  dart. 

With  salutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart : 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue. 
Numerous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 

^77.    7  6,  7  6,  7  8,  and  7  6.     The  Coll.    J. 
The  Poor  SinneT. 

1  Ipl  OH  of  my  salvation,  bear, 
^^  And  help  me  to  believe  : 
Simply  do  I  now  draw"  near, 
Thy  blessing  to  receive  : 


266  THE  POOR  SINNER. 

Full  of  guilt,  alas  !  I  am, 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb^ 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

S  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 
Nor  can  thy  grace  procure ; 
Empty  send  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'st,  am  poor ; 
Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name, 
My  all  is  sin  and  misery : 

Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb^ 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

3  Without  money,  without  price, 

I  come  thy  love  to  buy ; 

From  myself  I  turn  my  eyes^ 

The  chief  of  sinners,  I ; 
Take,  O  take  me,  as  I  am. 
And  let  me  lose  myself  in  thee ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

278.     The  Coll.    J. 
The  Same. 

1   TTESU,  friend  of  sinners,  hear, 
^   Yet  ouce  again  I  pray ; 


THE  POOR  SINNER.  267 

From  my  debt  of  sin  set  clear, 

For  1  have  nought  to  pay. 
Speak,  0  speak  the  kind  release ! 
A  poor  backsliding  soul  restore  ; 
Love  me  freely,  seal  my  peace, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

S  Sin's  deceitfulness  hath  spread 
An  hardness  o'er  my  heart  5 
But  if  thou  thy  Spirit  shed. 
The  stony  shall  depart : 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  tenderness. 
And  let  me  feel  thy  soft'ning  power. 
Love  me  freely,  seal  my  peace ; 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

3  For  this  only  thing  T  pray. 
And  this  will  I  require. 
Take  the  love  of  sin  away. 

Take  ev'ry  vain  desire ! 
Perfect  me  in  holiness, 
Thine  image  to  my  soul  restore ; 
Love  me  freely,  seal  my  peace, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 


268  BACIvSLIDER'S  PRAIEK. 

2r9.     7  6,  r  6, 7  8,  7  6.     Rippon's  CalU    J. 

The  Backsliders  Prayer, 

1    ITESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
^    Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 
On  me  be  all  thy  freeiiess  shewn ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

S  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above. 
Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above. 
Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happiness  and  love. 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  : 
Speak  the  reconciling  word. 
And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down ; 


JIACKSLIDER'S  PRAYEIl.  S69 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Look  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live ; 
"  Father  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gasp'd)  forgive  !" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word 
He    turns,  and  looks,   and   cries,    "  'Tis 
done !'' 
O  !  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord, 
This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 

£80.     The  Same.    J". 

1  ]I3"EAR  me,  O  Redeemer,  hear ; 
-3^  My  humble  suit  receive  ; 
While  I  all  my  wants  declare. 

And  how  unhelp'd  I  grieve : 
Jesus,  master,  I  have  sinnM, 
;My  soul  hath  greatly  gone  astray  ; 
j^ear  Redeemer,  be  my  friend, 

And  bring  me  on  my  way. 

2  I  am  hungry,  all  my  cry 

Is  for  the  living  bread  ; 
Neither  have  I  ought  to  buy, 
Nor  any  thing  to  plead  : 

z  2 


^7^  TRUE  EXPERIENCE. 

Helpless,  begging  at  the  door, 
I  ask  the  food  that  came  from  heav'n ; 
See  me  needy,  lost  and  poor, 
And  let  relief  be  giv'n. 

3  Hidden  manna,  Lord,  reveal, 

For  this  behold  I  pant ; 
Let  thine  ears  consider  well 

The  voice  of  my  complaint : 
Let  the  tree  of  life  relieve 
A  weary  traveller  near  to  die ; 
May  it  please  thee.  Lord,  to  give 

To  one  who  cannot  buy. 

4  Empty  send  me  not  away, 

For  I  am  come  from  far ; 
Do  not,  dearest  Lord,  delay, 

And  leave  me  to  despair  : 
Give  me  of  thy  flesh  to  eat, 

0  !  let  me  of  thy  nature  share ; 
At  thy  banquet  take  my  seat, 

And  feast  forever  there. 

281.     7  and  6.    The  Coll.    J. 
True  Experience, 

1  TVITY  LORD,  how  great's  the  favour 
Xf  it  That  I  a  sinner  poor 


TRUE  EXPERIENCE,  27 1 

Can,  through  thy  blood^s  sweet  savour, 
Approach  thy  mercy's  door, 

And  find  an  open  passage 
Unto  the  throne  of  grace  ; 

There  wait  the  welcome  message, 
That  bids  me — go  in  peace? 

g  Lord,  I'm  an  helpless  creature, 

Full  of  the  deepest  need, 
Throughout  defil'd  by  nature, 

Stupid,  and  inly  dead  : 
My  strength  is  perfect  weakness, 

And  all  I  have  is  sin  ; 
My  heart  is  all  uncleanness, 

A  den  of  thieves  within. 

3  In  this  forlorn  condition, 

Who  shall  afford  me  aid  ? 
Where  shall  T  find  compassion, 

But  in  the  church's  Head  ? 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  pity, 

O  take  me  to  thine  arms. 
And  exercise  thy  mercy, 

To  save  me  from  all  barms. 

4  I'll  never  cease  repeating 

My  numberless  complaints  5 


J7^  THE  PILGRlIVf-S  SONG. 

But  ever  be  entreating 

The  glorious  King  of  saints, 
Till  1  attain  the  image 

Of  him  1  inly  love ; 
And  pay  my  grateful  homage 

With  all  the  saints  above. 

►  Then  I,  with  all  in  glory, 

Will  thankfully  relate 
Th'  amazing,  pleasing  story 

Of  Jesu's  love  so  great ; 
In  this  blest  contemplation 

I  ever  shall  be  well ; 
And  prove  sucb  consolation. 

As  none  below  can  tell. 


282.     7  6  7  6,  three  7  and  6.    The  ColK 

The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

ISE,    my   soul,   and    stretch   thy 
wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place ; 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 


A  PHAYER.  S73 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 

Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 
Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 

So  a  soul  that's  horn  of  God 

Pants  to  view  Lis  glorious  face, 

Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn. 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

283.     Sevens.    The  Coll.     J. 
Jl  Prayer, 

LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  v/e  humbly  bow ; 
O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Loud,  in  vain  ? 


^74  THE  VOICE  OF  CHRIST. 

S  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend ; 
In  compassion  now  descend  : 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Loud,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn. 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down,  lift  up ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope , 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek,  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  : 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee ! 


I.  "jTjr 
Jul 


284.     Sevens.    The  Coll.    J. 
The  voice  of  Christ. 
ARK !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 


THE  VOICE  OF  CHRIST.  t^S 

Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

S  I  (leliver'd  thee,  when  bound. 

And  when  wounded,  heaPd  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 

Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4?  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon. 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be. 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

0  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 


^7^^  DOUBTING, 

285.    Sevens.    Newton.    ^, 

Doubting. 

1  ^'^^IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
^    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought 
JDo  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  1  liis,  or  am  I  not  ? 

S  If  I  lovej  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeU^.ss  frame? 
Hardiy,  sure,  can  they  be  worse 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  1  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild : 
F?]rd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read. 
Sill  is  mix'd  with  ail  I  do ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
TeLl  me.  is  it  thus  with  yoa? 

6  Yet  i  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 


BIRTH  OF  CHRIST.  S77 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

^7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
I     Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd  ; 

Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 

If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 
Thou,  who  art  the  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace. 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

286.    Sevens.     The  Coll.     .i. 
Birth  of  Christ. 

"^^^HAT  good  news  the  angels  bring, 

▼  ▼     What  glad  tidings  of  our  King ! 
Christ  our  Lord  is  born  to-day, 
Christ,  who  takes  our  sins  away. 
He,  who  rules  in  heav'n  and  earth, 
Hath  in  Bethlehem  his  birth  : 
Him  shall  all  the  people  see, 
And  rejoice  eternally. 
A  a 


S78  BIRTH  OF  CHRIST. 

S  Lift  your  hearts  and  voices  high, 
With  Hosannas  fill  the  sky ; 
^'  Glory  be  to  God  above  /^ 
God  is  infinite  in  love  : 
^*  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men  1'^ 
!Now  with  us  our  God  is  seen : 
Angels  join  with  us  in  praise  I 
Help  to  sing  redeeming  grace. 

3  Now  the  wall  is  broken  down, 
Now  the  gospel  is  made  known; 
Now  the  door  is  open  wide, 
Christ  for  Jew  and  Gentile  died^ 
All  who  feel  the  weight  of  sin, 
All  who  languish  to  be  clean ; 
All  who  for  redemption  groan, 
May  be  sav'd  by  faith  alone. 

^  Jesus  is  the  lovely  name  ; 
This  the  angel  doth  proclaim ; 
He  shall  all  his  people  save, 
They  in  him  remission  have  : 
When  they  see  themselves  undone, 
They  take  refuge  in  the  Son ; 
They  shall  all  be  born  again, 
And  with  him  in  glory  reign. 


HEAVENLY  JOURNEY.  S79 

5  Shout  ye  nations  of  the  earth, 
Sing  the  triumphs  of  his  birth  ; 
All  the  world  by  him  is  blest, 
Sound  his  praise  from  East  to  West : 
Jews  and  Gentiles  jointly  sing, 
Christ,  our  common  Lord  and  King^ 
Christ,  our  life,  our  joy,  our  song 
To  eternity  prolong  I 

287.    Sevens.     Cennick.    ^. 
Heavenly  Journey. 

1  ^HILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
^  As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  Fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O,  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  save,  our  tlesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

i  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesu's  throne  shall  rest ; 


280  CHRIST  OUR  LIFE. 

There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

288.    Sevens.    Rippon's  Coll.    J, 
Christ  our  Life, 

1  ^  RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
^^  My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear ; 
Hear  my  never-ceasing  cry, 

•Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  ease  me  of  my  guilt ; 
Suppliant  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

3  All  unholy  and  unclean, 
I  am  nothing  else  but  sin ; 
On  thy  mercy  I  rely. 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

4  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust : 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 


liEDEEMING  LOVE.  ggf 

Sf  Thou  dost  promise  to  forgive 
All  who  in  thy  Son  believe ; 
Lord,  1  know  thou  canst  not  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

289.     Sevens.     The  Coll.     J. 
Redeeming  Love. 

1  T^OW  begin  the  heav^ily  theme, 
-i-^    Sing  aloud  in  Jf.su's  name  : 
Ye,  who  Jesu's  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move. 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears  5 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas  !   who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all  by  sin  oppressed, 
Welcome  all  to  Jesus  Christ  5 

A  a  2 


282  ADORING  CHRIST. 

Notliing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love.  ; 

6  He  subdued  th'  infernal  powers, 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string, 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love,   i 

290.     Sevens.     The  Coll.     J. 
Moving  Christ. 

1  I^IIETHREN,  let  us  join  to  bless 

-i^  Jesus  Christ  our  joy  and  peace ; 
Let  our  praise  to  him  be  giv'n, 
High  at  God's  right  hand  in  Heav'n. 

S  Master,  see !  to  thee  we  bow, 
Thou  art  Lord,  and  only  thou  ; 
Thou  the  blessed  virgin's  seed,  # 

Glory  of  thy  Church,  and  Head. 

3  Thee  the  angels  ceaseless  sing, 

Thee  v/e  praise,  our  Priest  and  King ; 
Worthy  is  thy  name  of  praise, 
Full  of  glory,  full  of  grace. 


S83 

^  Thou  hast  the  glad  tidings  brought 
Of  salvation  by  thee  wrought ; 
Wrought  for  all  thy  church !  and  we 
Worship  in  their  company. 

5  We,  thy  little  flock,  adore 
Thee,  Lord,  for  ever  more ! 
Ever  with  us  shew  thy  love, 
^Till  we  join  with  those  above. 

291.     Sevens.     The  Coll.     J. 
For  J^ew-Fear^s  Day, 

1  "^^^Hile,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
▼  ▼     Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  ; 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 
They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait. 
But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

S  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find, 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 


^84*  PIIAISING  GOD. 

Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

^  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  the  word  to  young  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

292,     Sevens,  with  Hall.    The  Coll.    J. 
Praising  God. 

1  (jPi  lory  be  to  God  on  high,  Hallelujah, 
^^  God,  whose  glory  fiills  the  sky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man,  forgiv'n, 
Man,  the  well-belovM  of  heav'n. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  king,  Hal, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing ; 

Glad  thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

8  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd  ; 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, 
Lord  of  pow'r,  and  (?    '  of  love ! 


PANTING  AFTER  GOD.  S85 

293.    Long  Metre.    The  Coll.    H. 
Panting  after  God. 

1  nphou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 

-*-    Whose  depth,  unfathom^d,  no  man 

knows ; 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 
Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose. 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone^ 
The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there- 

3  O  hide  this  self  from  me,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me,  may  live ! 

My  vile  affections  crucify. 

Let  not  one  darling  lust  survive* 

4  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 
My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say, 

"  I  am  thy  love,  thy  God,  thy  all.'^ 
294.     Sevens.    H. 
The  Penitenfs  Praijer. 
1  Q  AVE  me,  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb^ 
•^  Other  saviours  I  disclaim, 
All  is  emptiness  beside 
Jesus,  and  him  crucified. 


S86  FINISHED  REDEMPTIOX. 

S  Fruitless  is  my  search  to  find 
True  serenity  of  mind, 
'Till  r  have  with  Jesus  been, 
And  his  smiling  face  have  seen. 

3  In  thy  presence  may  I  dwell, 
Subject  to  thy  holy  will ; 
Show^'  on  me  thy  pow'r  divine, 
Mortify  the  man  of  sin. 

4  While  I  travel  here  beneath, 

Thy  kind  influence  on  me  breathe ; 

KeconciPd  to  me  appear, 

And  thy  righteousness  bring  near. 

5  Giant  me  still  in  grace  to  grow, 
While  a  pilgrim  here  below  ; 
Let  me  by  thy  spirit  move. 
And  with  all  my  heart  thee  love. 

295.     8,  8,  6,  and  do.     The  Coll.     A, 
Finifihpd  Rpdemption, 

1  ^f  i^IS  finish'd,  the  Redeemer  said, 
Jt    And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  head. 

Whilst  we  this  sentence  scan, 
Come  sinners  and  observe  the  word, 
Behold  the  conquest  of  the  T.ord 

Complete  for  helpless  man. 


SPIRITUAL  BARRENNESS.  SS? 

S  Finisb'd  the  righteousness  of  grace, 
FinishM  for  sinners  pard'ning  peace  5 

Their  mighty  debt  is  paid  : 
Accursing  law  cancel'd  by  bloodj 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  God, 
In  sweet  oblivion  laid. 

3  Who  now  shall  urge  a  second  claim  ? 
The  law  no  longer  can  condemn ; 

Faith  a  release  can  shew  ; 
Justice  itself  a  friend  appears, 
The  prison  house  a  whisper  hears, 

"  Loose  him  and  let  him  go.^^ 

4  0  unbelief!  injurious  bar  ! 
Source  of  tormenting,  fruitless  fear, 

Why  dost  thou  yet  reply  ? 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall, 
^^  'Tis  finished,"  still  may  answer  all, 

And  silence  ev^ry  cry. 

298.     8,  6,  8.     The     Coll.     J, 
Spiritual  Barrenness. 

i  "jl/JJ  OST  righteous  God,  my  doom  I  bear, 
JJfi  My  load  of  guilt,  my  pain  and  care 

InflamM  to  base  desires ; 
Hard  toiling  for  embitter'd  bread. 


SS8  FOR  SERIOUSNESS. 

I  mourn  my  barren  soul  o'ersprcad 
With  cursed  thorns  and  briars. 

2  Death's  sentence  in  myself  receive^ 
And  dust  to  dust  already  cleave, 

ExiPd  from  paradise ; 
Hastening  to  hellish  misery, 
Jesus,  if  unredeemed  by  thee, 

My  soul  forever  dies. 

3  But  Jesus  hath  my  sentence  borne, 
He  did  in  ray  affliction  mourn ; 

A  man  of  sorrow  made 
A  servant  and  a  curse  for  me, 
He  bore  the  utmost  penalty. 

He  suffered  in  my  stead. 

4  I  see  him  sweat  great  drops  of  blood, 
I  see  him  faint  beneath  my  load, 

The  thorns  his  temples  tear ; 
He  bows  his  bleeding  head  and  dies  ! 
He  lives  !  he  mounts  above  the  skies ! 

He  claims  my  Eden  there  ! 

29r.     8.  8.  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
For  Seriousness. 

i  f^HOU  God  of  glorious  majesty  ! 
-*-   To  thee,  against  myself,  to  thee 


FOR  SERIOUSNESS.  S89 

A  worm  of  earth,  T  cry  ; 
An  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 

A  sinner  born  to  die. 

S  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'^Tvvixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand 

Secure,  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space 
Removes  me  to  the  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert ! 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  'wake  to  righteousness. 

4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there. 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ! 

5  Be  this  my  great  one  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

B  b 


S90  THE  SINNER  CONVERTED, 

My  future  bliss  t^insure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive^ 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faitli  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight,     . 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight 

And  everlasting  love. 

29r.  8.  8.  6.     The  Coll.    X 
The  Sinner  Converted. 

1  "^JSTHEN,  with  my  mind  divinely  prest 

▼  ▼     Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 

Would  past  offences  trace ; 
Trembling,  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleas'd,  behold  admiring  too 

The  power  of  changing  grace. 

2  This  tongue  with  blasphemies  defiPd, 
These  feet,  to  erring  paths  beguiPd, 

In  heavenly  league  agree ; 
Who  could  believe  such  lips  could  praise, 
Or  think  my  dark  and  winding  v/ays 

Should  ever  lead  to  thee  ? 


CONVERSE  WITH  CHRIST.  S91 

These  eyes,  that  once  abus'd  their  sight, 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  vvat'ry  light 

And  weep  a  silent  flood ; 
These  hands  ascend  in  ceaseless  prayer ; 
O  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear 

In  pure  redeeming  blood  ! 

4  These  ears,  that  pleas'd  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  lustful  strain, 

When  round  the  festal  board  ; 
Now  deaf  to  all  th'  enchanting  noise, 
Avoid  the.  throng,  detest  the  joys, 

And  press  to  hear  thy  word. 

5  Thus  art  thou  served  in  ev^ry  part ; 
And  now  thou  dost  transform  my  heart, 

That  drossy  thing  refine  : 
Now  grace  doth  nature^s  strength  controul, 
And  a  new  creature — body — soul, 
Are,  Lord,  for  ever  thine  ! 

298.    p.  M.    Twice  8  and  6,  and  three  8  and  6. 

Lyric  Poems.     A, 

Converse  with  Christ. 

i  TT'M  tir'd  with  visits,  modes  and  forms, 

A  And  flatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms, 

Their  conversation  cloys : 


S9S  CONVERSE  WITH  CHRIST. 

Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuff: 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enou2;h 
Of  thy  blest  company,  my  Lord, 
Thou  life  of  all  my  joys. 

S  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 

Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue ; 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound ; 
Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold, 

Nor  think  the  darkness  long. 

8  There,  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  sins  (a  heavy  load) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  1  blush  with  secret  shame, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name 
That  knew  not  guilt  or  grief  his  own. 

But  bare  it  all  for  me. 

4  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore. 
And  talks  his  bloody  passion  o'er. 

Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears  ; 
Yet,  with  the  sympathetic  smart, 
There's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my 
The  cursed  tree  has  blessings  in't,  (heart; 

My  sweetest  balm  it  bears. 


CONVERSE  WITH  CHRIST.  S93 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  sufferer  tell, 
How  on  his  cross  he  vanquish'*!  hell 

And  all  the  powers  beneath  : 
Transported  and  inspir'd,  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song  : 
How  has  the  serpent  lost  his  sting, 

And  Where's  thy  victory,  death  ? 

6  But  when  he  shews  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  fire  : 
Not  tiie  beloved  John  could  rest 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  wounds 

With  more  intense  desire. 

7  Kindly  he  opens  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there. 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains : 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burden'd  heart, 
In  every  woe  he  bears  a  part ; 
His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand 

My  drooping  head  sustains. 

8  Fly  from  my  thoughts,  all  human  things, 
And  sporting  swains,  and  fighting  kings. 

And  tales  of  wanton  love ; 

B  b  2       . 


^9i<  ISAIAH  IX.  2. 

My  soul  disdains  that  little  snare 
The  tangles  of  Amira's  hair ; 
Thine  arms,  my  God,  are  sweeter  bands, 
Nor  can  my  heart  remove. 

299.    8  and  7.    The  Coll.    J. 

Isaiah  ix.  2. 

i  "W  Ight  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
-"  Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise  ! 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes  ! 

^  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing, 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart ; 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Ev'ry  poor  benighted  heart : 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favour 

God  has  for  our  ransom'd  race  ; 
Come,  thou  all-sufficient  Saviour, 

Come  and  bring  thy  gospel  grace. 

3  Save  us  in  thy  great  compassion, 
O  thoa  mild  pacific  Prince  I 


TO  JESUS  CHRIST, 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 
Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins ! 

By  thine  all-restoring  merit, 
Ev'ry  burden'd  soul  release ; 

Ev'ry  weary,  wand'ring  spirit, 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

300.     8  and  7.      The  Coll.     J. 
To  Jesus  Christ. 

HAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus ! 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King  I 
Who  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Who  didst  free  salvation  bring ! 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Who  hast  borne  our  sin  and  shame, 
By  whose  merits  we  find  favour, 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name ! 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  were  on  thee  laid  I 
By  Almighty  love  anointed. 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made : 
Ev'ry  sin  may  be  forgiven. 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  ; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  Heaven, 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 


S96  CHRIST  THE  BELIEVER'S  ALL. 

3  Jesus,  hail !  enthron'd  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

Spare  them  yet  another  year — 
Thou  for  saints  art  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  they  appear. 

4  Worship,  honour,  power  and  blessing, 

Christ  is  worthy  to  receive — 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing. 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  ! 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays, 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits. 

Help  to  chaunt  Immanuel's  praise. 

301.     8.  r.     The  Coll.     J. 
Christ  the  Believer^ s  AlU 

i  IT  AMB  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee,      | 
JLJ  Humbly  trusting  in  thy  cross ; 
That  alone  be  all  our  glory, 

All  things  else  are  dung  and  dross; 
Thee  we  own  a  perfect  Saviour, 

Only  source  of  all  that's  good : 


CHRIST  THE  BELIEVER'S  ALL.  297 

Ev'ry  grace  and  ev'ry  favour 

Come  to  us  through  Jesu's  blood. 

S  Jesus  gives  us  true  repentance, 

By  his  spirit  sent  from  heav'n ; 
Jesus  whispers  this  sweet  sentence, 

^^  Son,  thy  sins  are  all  forgiv'n ;" 
Faith  he  gives  us  to  believe  it. 

Grateful  hearts  his  love  to  prize ; 
Want  we  wisdom  ?  he  must  give  it ; 

Hearing  ears  and  seeing  eyes. 

3  Jesus  gives  us  pure  affections, 

Wills  to  do  what  he  requires ; 
Makes  us  follow  his  directions. 

And,  what  he  commands,  inspires  ; 
All  our  prayers,  and  all  our  praises, 

Rightly  offer'd  in  his  name ; 
He  that  dictates  them  is  Jesus ; 

He  that  answers  is  the  same. 

4  When  we  live  on  Jesu's  merit. 

Then  we  worship  God  aright : 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Spirit, 

Then  we  savingly  unite. 
This,  the  whole  conclusion  of  it, 

Great  or  good,  whate'er  we  call, 


398      BURIED  WITH  CHRIST  IN  BAPTISM. 

God,  or  King,  or  Priest,  or  Prophet, 
Jesus  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

302.     8.  7.     Rippon's  Coll.    J, 
Buried  with  Christ  in  Baptism.    Rom.  vi.  4. 
1    "JESUS,  mighty  King  in  Sion  ! 
•^    Thou  alone  our  guide  shall  be ; 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on, 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee, 

S  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion. 
And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave, 
We,  who  know  thy  great  salvation, 
Are  baptist  beneath  the  wave. 

3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising. 
We  the  ancient  path  pursue  ; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 

SOS.     8.  7.     The  Coll.     J, 
An  Happy  Moment, 

i  a  AVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
*3  Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood, 
And  my  weary,  troubled  spirit, 

Now  finds  rest  in  thee,  my  God  : 
I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy. 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie ! 


HAPPY    MOMENT.  S99 

Sin  and  satan  cannot  hurt  me, 
While  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 

2  Now  I'll  sing  of  Jesu's  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if  any  want  his  spirit. 

He  is  still  the  very  same  : 
He  that  asketh  soon  receiveth. 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find  : 
Come,  for  whosoe'er  helieveth, 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 

3  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading 

With  his  Father  and  our  God  ; 
]Sow  for  us  he's  interceding, 

As  the  purchase  of  his  blood  : 
Now  me  thinks  I  hear  him  pleading, 

^*  Father,  save  them,  I  have  died  y' 
And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 
^^'tha'^Y  j^j,g  freely  justified." 

"    304.     8.  r.     Robinson.     /. 
1  Samuel  vii.  21. 
1  jJ^IOME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
^  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 


300  IlrfVlTATION. 

Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 

Praise  the  mount — Vm  fix'd  upon  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

S  Here  I  raise  my  Eben-Ezer, 

Hither,  by  thy  help  Fm  come ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

3  0  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  i t ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  Iq'^  —• 
Here's  my  heart.  Lord,  take  .     ^  ^al  it, 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above  ! 


C3 


305.     8  and  7,    The  Coll.     J. 

0MB,  descend,  0  heavenly  Spiiit, 
fan  each  spark  into  a  flame ; 


INVOKING  THE  SPIRIT.  301 

Blessings  let  us  now  inherit, 
Blessings  that  we  cannot  name : 

Whilst  hosannas  we  are  singing, 
May  our  hearts  in  rapture  move, 

Feel  new  grace  in  them  still  springing, 
Breathe  the  air  of  purest  love. 

S  Let  us  sail  in  grace's  ocean, 

Float  on  that  unbounded  sea, 
Guided  into  pure  devotion, 

Kept  from  paths  of  error  free  : 
On  thy  heavenly  manna  feeding, 

ScreenM  from  ev'ry  envious  foe ; 
Love,  0  love  for  sinners  bleeding, 

All  for  thee  we  would  forego. 

3  Keep  us,  Loud,  still  in  communion^ 

Daily  nearer  draw  to  thee ; 
Sinking  in  the  sweetest  union 

Of  that  heart-felt  mystery  : 
Keep  us  safe  from  each  delusion^ 

Well  protected  from  all  harms ; 
Free  from  sin  and  all  confusion; 

Circle  us  within  thy  arms. 


c  c 


30S  DEATH  AND  GLORY. 

S06.     8.  7.     The  Coll.    J. 
Death  and  Glory, 

N  a  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Compass'd  round  with  many  a  care 
From  eternity  we  borrow  i 

Hope  that  can  exclude  despair : 
Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour  I 

In  the  gli'ss  of  faith  we  see ; 
O  assist  each  faint  endeavour  ! 

liaise  our  earth-born  souls  to  thee, 

S  Place  that  awfui  scene  before  us, 

Of  the  last  tremendous  day, 
When  to  life  thou  shalt  restore  us;, 

Lingering  ages  haste  away  ! 
Then  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

Incorruption  shall  put  on ; 
Life  renewing,  glorious  Saviour  I 

Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 

307.     8. 7.    The  Coll.    J. 

Tlie  Resurrection  of  Christ, 

i  ir^JjiEAS^D  we  read  in  sacred  story, 
■Sl     How  our  Lord  resumM  his  breath  ; 
Wh&se,  0  grave*s  thy  conquering  glory? 
Where's  thy  sting,  thou  phantom  death? 


RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST.  303 

Soon  thy  jaws,  restraint  from  chewing, 
Must  disgorge  their  ransom'd  prey : 

Man  first  gave  the  pow'r  to  ruin, 
Man  too  takes  that  pow'r  away. 

I  am  Alpha,  says  the  Saviour, 

I  Omega  likewise  am ; 
I  was  dead  and  live  for  ever, 

God  xllmigbty  and  the  Lamb. 
In  the  Lord  is  our  perfection, 

And  in  him  our  boast  we'll  make ; 
We  shall  share  his  resurrection, 

If  we  of  his  death  partake. 

Ye  that  die  without  repentance, 

Ye  must  rise  when  Christ  appears  5 
Rise  to  hear  your  dreadful  sentence, 

While  the  saints  rejoice  in  theirs : 
You  to  dwell  with  fiends  infernal, 

They  with  Jesus  Christ  to  reign  : 
They  go  into  life  eternal, 

You  to  everlasting  pain. 
Bold  rebellion,  base  backsliding, 

Stop  your  course,  reflect  with  dread ; 
In  destruction  there's  no  hiding ; 

Death  and  hell  give  up  their  dead, 
Ev'ry  sea,  and  lake,  and  river 

Shall  restore  their  dead  to  view : 


304  JUDGMENl'. 

Shout  for  gladness,  O  believer  I 
Christ  is  risen,  and  so  shall  you. 


Tf^ 


308.     8  and  7.     Jl. 
Judgment, 

RESS'D  my  soul  with  future  pros- 
Sing  creation's  dismal  end  ;    (pect, 
Long  foretold  by  sacred  Prophets, 

Holy  muse  thy  succours  lend. 
Say,  what  horror,  what  confusion 
Will  each  sinful  heart  dismay; 
What  distresses,  tortures,  anguish, 
Reign  in  that  tremendous  day. 

Rumbling  thunders,  forky  lightnings, 

Ghastly  glaring  thwart  the  gloom ; 
Nature  shaking  to  her  centre, 

Groans  prophetic  of  her  doom. 
Cliffy  rocks  and  lofty  mountains 

O'er  their  trembling  basis  rock ; 
While  Earth  yawns  in  dreadful  chasms, 

With  each  strong  repeated  shock. 

Seas  with  horrid  palpitation, 

Ravage  round  their  frighted  shores, 

Blustering  wind  with  frantic  fury, 
Through  each  ruin'd  fabric  roars  ; 


JUDGMENT.  305 

The  Sun's  bright  orb  is  veiPd  in  sackloth 
Stripped  of  all  his  sparkling  beams ; 

The  moon  has  dropp'd  her  silver  radiance^ 
And  dissolves  in  purple  streams. 

4  Stars  of  light  divinely  brilliant, 

Studding  night,  Cimmerian  robe  : 
HurPd  in  darkness  from  their  orbits, 

Each  a  darkened  ruinM  globe. 
Hark !  the  martial  trumpet  sounding 

Rends  in  twain  the  crystal  sky  ; 
Vengeance  blazing  lights  the  concave 

Of  profound  eternity. 

5  See  the  sovereign  ^ther  furling ; 

Nobler  scenes  salute  mine  eyes  ! 
Heav'o  in  solemn  pomp  descending, 

Crimson  banners  dress  the  skies. 
On  the  arched  striped  rainbow, 

Sits  enthroned  the  eternal  God, 
^lyriads  of  Celestial  Warriors, 

Round  him  wait  his  awful  nod. 

6  Go,  he  cries,  ye  winged  heralds, 

Bring  my  saints  from  ev'ry  wind. 
Those  my  blood  from  death  has  ransom'd, 

Those  in  life's  fair  volume  penn'd. 
Straight  a  holy  troop  obsequious. 

Swift  as  lightning  skim'd  along, 

e  c  2 


306  JUDGMENT. 

And  from  ev'ry  grave  collecting 
Jesu's  dear  redeemed  throng. 

7  Death  no  more  with  livid  aspect 

Spurs  his  sallow  steed  to  slay ; 
Now  the  ravenous  foe  disgorges,  ^ 

All  his  long  imprisoned  prey ; 
llousM  from  Tombs  each  wicked  rises, 

By  the  trumpet's  thrilling  sound,  | 

Round  they  stare  with  wild  amazement,! 

Wondering  at  the  scene  profound. 

8  FilPd  with  horror,  dread  and  anguish, 

Rocks  and  mountains  they  implore 
To  fall  and  crush  them  out  of  being; 

Wishing  now  to  be  no  more. 
Hark  !  the  Herald  calls  to  judgment. 

Justice  draws  her  glittering  sword, 
Lightning  glances  from  his  aspect ; 

Thunder  clothes  his  awful  word. 

9  Gro,  ye  cursed,  fill'd  with  vengeance, 

Nor  for  peace  my  name  invoke ; 
Ye  who  once  despis'd  my  mercy, 

And  my  fury  dare  provoke  : 
Go  to  pits  of  burning  sulphur. 

Ever  banish'd  from  my  rest ; 


JUDGMENT.  307 

Where  the  souPs  eternal  larum, 
Ceaseless  beats  your  pulsive  breast. 

309.     8.  r.    Newport  Coll.     J. 

Judgment, 

1  "I"  0,  th'  Almighty  King  of  Glory, 
-"  Sends  his  awful  summons  forth  ! 
Calls  the  nations  all  before  him ! 

From  the  east,  south,  west  and  north ! 
His  loud  trumpet,  his  loud  trumpet,  his 
loud  trumpet, 
Rends  the  tombs,  the  dead  awake ! 

S  Now  behold  the  dead  arising ; 

Great  and  small  before  him  stand  ; 
Not  one  soul  forgot,  or  missing. 

None  his  orders  countermand  : 
All  stand  waiting,  all  stand  waiting,  all 
stand  waiting, 
For  their  last  decisive  doom. 

3  Now  the  Saviour,  once  despised, 

Comes  to  judge  the  quick  and  dead  : 

See  his  foes,  each  one  with  horror, 
Lifting  up  liis  guilty  head  : 

How  they  tremble !  how  they  tremble ! 


308  JUDGMENT. 

how  they  tremble ! 
At  the  Lamb's  tremendous  bar  ! 

4  Now  they  see  him  on  the  rainbow, 

With  his  countless  guards  around ; 
Saints  and  angels  his  retinue, 

With  their  harps  of  sweetest  sound. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

Echoes  sweet  from  all  the  choir. 

5  Now  his  chosen  gladly  meet  him, 

All  seraphic,  all  divine  ! 
Lo  !  they  join  the  glorious  army, 

Whose  bright  robes  the  sun  outshine ! 
All   triumphant !    all    triumphant !    all 
triumphant ! 

See  the  grand  redeemed  throng. 

6  Then  behold  the  dreadful  sentence 

On  the  foes  of  Christ  is  past : 
Down  to  hell  without  repentance, 

All  the  guilty  crowd  is  cast ; 
While  the  ransom'd,  while  the  ransom'd, 

while  the  ransom'd, 
All  applaud  the  righteous  doom. 

7  Now  attend  the  noble  army, 

Wash'd  in  their  Redeemer's  blood  5 


JUD&MENT.  309 

Swift  and  joyful  is  their  journey 

To  the  palace  of  their  God  ! 
All  victorious  !   all  victorious !   all  vic- 
torious ! 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  ! 

Epiphonema, 
0  ye  sinners,  now  give  glory 

To  the  great  eternal  Three ! 
While  such  danger  lies  before  you, 

Can  you  unconcerned  be  ? 
Judgment  hastens  !  judgment  hastens  ! 

judgment  hastens  ! 
Mercy,  mercy  now  implore  ! 

310.     The  Coll.     J. 
Judgment, 

LO  he  comes  in  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  helpless  sinners  slain ! 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 
All  the  angels  cry  Amen. 

Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty, 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him. 


310  JUDGxMENT. 

Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree. 
Deeply  wailing,  &c. 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth,  shall  Hee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day^ 
Come  to  judgment,  &c. 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away  I 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See,  in  solemn  pomp  appear ! 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air ! 
Hallelujah,  &c. 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

5  Answer  thine  own  bride  and  Spirit, 

Hasten  Lord  the  gen'ral  doom, 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  V  inherit, 

Take  thy  pining  exiles  home ; 
All  creation,  &c. 
Travails  !  groans  !  and  bids  thee  come. 

6  Yea,  ameuj,  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thy  eternal  throne ! 


JUDGMENT.  311 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  : 
O  come  quickly,  &c. 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come. 

311.    The  Coll.    A, 

Judgment. 

1  TT  O  !  he  cometh  !  countless  trumpets 
.  JLJ  Blow  before  the  bloody  sign  ; 
'Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels 

See  the  crucified  shine  : 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

%  Now  his  merit  by  the  harpers, 

Through  the  eternal  deep  resounds ; 

Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints, 
Ev^ry  eye  shall  see  his  wounds  : 

They  who  pierc'd  him,  &c.  &c. 

Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away, 
All  who  hate  him,  must,  ashamed, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day. 
Come  to  judgment,  &c.  &c. 
Stand  before  the  Son  of  Man. 


3  IS  JUDGMENT. 

4  Saints  who  love  him,  view  his  glory 

Shining  in  his  bruised  face, 
His  dear  person  on  the  rainbow, 

Now  his  people's  head  shall  raise : 
Happy  mourners,  &c.  &c. 
Lo  !  in  clouds,  he  comes,  he  comes  ! 

5  Now  redemption,  long  expected. 

See  !  in  solemn  pomp  appear ; 
All  his  people,  once  rejected. 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 
Hallelujah !   &c.  &e. 
Now  the  promised  kingdom's  come. 

6  View  him  smiling,  now  determined 

Ev'ry  evil  to  destroy ; 
All  the  nations  now  shall  sing  him 

Songs  of  everlasting  joy  : 
O  come  quickly,  &c.  &c. 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come.  J 

312.  8.  7.  altered  by  Toplady.  lielmsley  Tune.  x| 
Invitation.  j 

1  iplGME,  ye  sinners,  poor,  and  wretched, 
^  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power : 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing ;  doubt  no  more. 


INVITATION.  SIS 

a  Ho !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  bring's  us  nigh — 

Without  money, 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requiretb, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you, 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 

1  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  I 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

•^  It  is  finished  :" 

Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

5  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 
Yenture  on  him,  venture  freely, 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude ; 
None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
D  d 


314  DISMISSION. 

9  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  Heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 

Hallelujah  ! 

Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

313.  8  and  7,  8  and  7,  4  and  7.  Rippon's  Coll. 

JJisniission. 
1  "W  ORD,  dismiss  us  with  a  blessing, 
-"  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peacej 
liCt  us  each  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
O  refresli  us ! 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

^  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration. 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruit  of  thy  salvation, 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 
May  thy  presence 
With  us  ever  more  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away. 

Borne  on  Angels'  wings  to  Heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 

May  we  ready, 

Hise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 


FINISHED   REDEMPTION.  315 

314.    Twice  8.  7,  4  and  7.  Rippon's  Coll.     J, 
Finished  Redemption, 

1  "HirARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
-3^  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ! 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the   sky  i 
''  It  is  finished  !" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  1 

%  It  is  finished  !  0  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure> 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

"It  is  finished!" 

Saints  the  dying  words  record. 

8  Finished,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finished,  all  that  God  hath  promised ; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 
It  is  finished  ! 
Saints  from  hence  your  comfort  draw, 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  : 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  ImmanuePs  name  I 


H5  INVITATION. 

Hallelujah! 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

515.     The  Coll.    J. 

Invitation, 

1  ipOME,  ye  sinners,  come  to  Jesus, 
^  Think  upon  your  gracious  Lord  : 
He  has  pitied  your  condition, 

He  has  sent  his  gospel  word : 
Mercy  calls  you, 
Mercy  flows  on  Jesu's  blood. 

S  Dearest  Saviour,  help  thy  servant 
To  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love  ; 

Pour  thy  grace  upon  this  people. 
That  thy  truth  they  may  approve : 

Bless,  O  bless  them! 

From  thy  shining  courts  above. 

3  Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them 
To  partake  the  gospel-feast : 

Let  thy  Spirit  sweetly  draw  them, 
Ev'ry  soul  be  Jesu's  guest. 

O  receive  us, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 


FOR   REVIVAL.  31? 

316.     8   &  7,  8  &  7,  4  &  8,  or  12  &  7. 

Altered  bj  Ryland.     J. 

Prayer  for  Revival, 

AVIOUH,  visit  thy  plantation, 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again  : 
Lord,  revive  us. 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance. 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die : 
Lord,  &c. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green  ^ 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen !  Lord,  &c. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed. 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee  :  Lord,  &c. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fiir<l  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth  !  Lord;  &c. 

D    d  2 


318  TOR   REVIVAL. 

Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted 
We  shall  meet  no  more  below, 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  shew :  Lord,  &c. 

7  Younger  plants — the  sight  how  pleasant, 

Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frosts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud  ! 
Lord,  &c. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither. 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither. 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain ;  Lord,  &c. 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent. 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant. 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snare : 
Lord,  &c. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  works  afresh  : 
Lord,  revive  us. 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


WORD  OP  GOD9  &c.  319 

317.    8,  7.  8,  7.  twice  7.    The  Coll.    J. 
The  Word  of  God  more  precious  than  Gold. 

PRECIOUS  Bible !  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  Word  of  God  afford  1 
All  I  want  for  life  and  pleasure, 

Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

S  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 
Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys  ; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys. 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
Here  is  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 
Or  when  satan  wounds  my  mind, 

Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly. 
Healing  med'cines  here  I  find  : 

To  the  promises  I  flee. 

Each  affords  a  remedy. 

In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  j 

For  the  word  of  consolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield. 

While  the  scripture  truths  endure, 

From  his  pow'r  1  am  secure. 


B20         PRAISE  TO  THE  REDEEMER. 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me ; 

When  1  take  the  spirit's  sword, 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me, 

Satan  trembles  at  the  Word  : 
'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge  and  strong  the  blade. 

6  Shall  1  envy  then  the  miser, 

Doating  on  his  golden  store? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser, 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor  ; 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word 
Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 

318.     8,  7  8,  7  twice  7.     The  Coll.     Jt. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer, 

i  jr  ET  us  love,  and   sing,  and  wonder, 
-1^  Let  us  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
He  has  hush'd  the  law's  loud  thunder, 

He  has  quench'd  mount  Sinai's  flame  5 
He  has  wash'd  us  with  his  blood, 
He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 

S  Let  us  sing,  tho'  fierce  temptation 
Threaten  hard  to  bear  us  down ; 
For  the  Lord,  our  strong  salvation. 

Holds  in  view  the  conqu'rors  crown  : 
He,  who  wash'd  us  with  his  blood, 
Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God. 


RELATIVE    DUTIES.  3Sl 

3  Let  us  wonder  !  grace  and  justice 
Join  and  point  to  mercies  store  ; 
When  thro'  grace  in  Christ  our  trust  is 

Justice  smiles  and  asks  no  more : 
He,  who  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
Has  secured  our  way  to  God. 

4j  Let  us  praise  and  join  the  chorus 
Of  the  saints  enthronM  on  high  ! 
Here  they  trusted  him  before  us, 
Now  their  praises  fill  the  sky  : 
Thou  hast  washed  us  with  thy  blood, 
Thou  art  worthy,  Lamb  of  God  ! 

Yes,  we  praise  thee,  glorious  Saviour ; 

Wonder,  love  and  bless  thy  name ; 
Pardon,  Lord,  our  poor  endeavour. 

Pity,  for  thou  know'st  our  frame  ; 
Wash  our  souls  and  songs  with  blood. 
For  by  thee  we  come  to  God. 

519.     4  of  6,  and  2  of  8.     Stennett.    H. 
A  Song  of  Praise  to  Christ 
/^OME,  every  pious  hear  t, 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name. 
Your  noblest  powers  exert. 
To  celebrate  his  fame ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below. 
The  debt  of  love,  to  him  you  owe. 


3S2  RELATIVE    DUTIES. 

S  He  left  bis  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled  and  died  ; 
What  he  endur'd,  0  who  can  tell  ? 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell, 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes, 

In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 
Up  thro^  the  sky  the  Conqu'ror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

4  From  thence  he'll  quickly  come, 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, 
And  bear  our  spirits  home. 

To  realms  of  endless  day ; 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 

5  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay. 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love  : 
Yet,  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve. 
Our  hearts,  our  all,  to  thee  we  give ; 
The  gift,  tho'  small,  thou  wilt  receive. 


ISAIAH   LIII. 

S20.    Twice  8  and  7.    Ditto.    The  Coll,    J. 
Isaiah  liii. 

1  "VIDTHO  hath  our  report  believed, 

▼  ▼     Shiloh  come,  is  not  received, 

Not  received  by  his  own  ; 

Promised  Branch  from  root  of  Jesse, 

David's  offspring  sent  to  bless  ye. 

Come  too  meekly  to  be  known. 

S  Like  a  tender  plant  that's  growing 
Where  no  water's  friendly  flowing, 

No  kind  rains  refresh  the  ground  ; 
Drooping,  dying  we  shall  view  him, 
See  no  charm  to  draw  us  to  him, 

There  no  beauty  will  be  seen. 

3  Lo !  Messiah,  unrespected, 
Man  of  grief,  despis'd,  rejected, 

Wounds  his  form  disfig'ring ; 
Marr'd  his   visage  more  than  any, 
For  he  bears  the  sin  of  many. 

All  our  sorrows  carrying. 

4  No  deceit  his  mouth  hath  spoken, 
iilameless,  he  no  law  had  broken  : 


3^*  ISAIAH    LIIT. 

Yet  was  numbered  with  the  worst : 
For,  because  the  Lord  would  grieve  him, 
We,  who  saw  it,  did  believe  him 

For  his  own  offences  curst. 

5  But  while  him  our  thoughts  accused, 
He  for  us  alone  was  bruised. 

Stricken,  smitten  for  our  guilt : 
With  his  stripes  our  wounds  are  cured. 
By  his  pains  our  peace  assured, 

PurchasM  by  the  blood  he  spilt. 

6  Love  amazing  so  to  mind  us  ! 
Shepherd  come  from  heaven  to  find  us 

Silly  slieep  all  gone  astray  ! 
Lost,  undone  by  our  transgressions  ; 
Worse  than  stript  of  all  possessions, 

Debtors  without  hope  to  pay. 

7  Fear  our  portion,  slaves  in  spirit, — 
He  redeemed  us  by  his  merit, 

To  a  glorious  liberty  : 
Dearly  first  his  goodness  bought  us, 
Truth  and  love  then  sweetly  taught  us ; 

Truth  and  love  have  made  us  free. 

8  Blessed  be  the  power  who  gave  us, 
Freely  gave  his  Son  to  save  us  ; 


I 


JUDGMENT.  t»S5 

Bless'd  the  Son,  who  freely  came : 
Honour,  blessing,  adoration, 
Ever  from  the  whole  creation 

Be  to  God,  and  to  the  Lamb. 

321.     Five  8  and  7.     The  Coll.     J. 
Judgment. 

1  "CTe  comes !  he  comes !  the  Judge  severe 
j3^Theseventhtrumpetspeaks  him  near; 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll. 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul ; 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  wel- 
Welcome  to  the  faithful  soul,  (come, 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound, 
See  th'  Almighty  Jksus  crown'd  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace. 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face ; 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdom  as  his  own; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord ; 

Hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him, 
Hail  him  their  triumphant  Lokd. 
E  e 


336  CHRIST  WITHDRAWN. 

4  Shout  all  tlie  people  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High  t 
Onv  God,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever,  and  for  ever  reigns ; 

Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever. 
Ever,  and  for  ever  reigns. 

5  The  Father  praise,  the  Son  adore. 
The  Spirit  bless  for  evermore : 
Salvation^s  glorious  work  is  done, 
We  welcome  the  great  Three  in  One ; 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 

Welcome  the  great  Three  in  One. 

322.  Eights,  of  twice  3  syllables  and  2.  The  Coll.  J, 
Christ  withdrawn, 

WHAT  shall  1  do  to  retrieve, 
The  love  for  a  season  bestow'd ; 
^Tis  better  to  die  than  to  live 

ExiFd  from  the  presence  of  God  : 
With  sorrow  distracted  and  doubfc, 

With  palpable  horror  opprest,  '| 

The  city  I  wander  about. 

And  seek  my  repose  in  his  breast. 

S  Ye  watchmen  of  Israel,  declare, 
If  ye  my  beloved  have  seen, 


y 


WHAT  THINK  YE  OF  CHRIST.  SS7 

And  point  to  that  heavenly  fair, 
Surpassing  the  children  of  men  : 

My  Lover  and  Loud  from  above, 
Who  only  can  quiet  my  pain, 

Whom  only  I  languish  to  love, 
O  where  shall  I  find  him  again? 

3  The  joy  and  desire  of  mine  eyes, 

The  end  of  my  sorrow  and  wo ; 
My  hope,  and  my  heav'nly  prize. 

My  height  of  ambition  below  : 
Once  more  if  he  shew  me  his  face, 

He  never  again  shall  depart, 
Detained  in  my  closest  embrace, 

ConceaVd  in  the  depth  of  my  heart. 

323.    Eights.    New  Jerusalem.    Newton.    J. 
What  think  ye  of  Christ?    Matt.  xxii.  42. 

1  ^^^HAT  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 

▼  ▼     To  try  both  your  state  and  your 

You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest,  (scheme, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him ; 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not, 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you. 
And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 


828  WHAT  THINK  YE  OF  CHRIST. 

S  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  utterly  lost : 
So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  he's  a  God. 

8  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan,  \ 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can.  - 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light,  1 

(A  little  they  own,  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  stile  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys;       t^ 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys : 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 

And  as  they  salute  him  betray ; 
Ah  1  what  will  profession  like  this, 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day  ? 


WHAT  THINK  YE  OF  CHRIST.  829 

5  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  tliiuk? 

Tho'  still  my  best  thoughts  are  hut  poor, 
I  say,  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 
My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  AIL 

324.    Eights.    New  Jerusalem.    Newton.    J. 

Joseph  made  known  to  his  Brethren.  Gen.  xlv.  S,  4. 

1  "^SijaurHEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 
▼  ▼     Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear. 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 

From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear  : 
Awhile  his  behaviour  was  rough. 

To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind ; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough. 
He  hasted  to  shev/  himself  kind. 

S  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 
As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 
"  I  am  Joseph  your  brother,  he  said. 
And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear. 
E  e  3 


330  JOSEPH  MxVDE  KKOVVN  TO  HIS  BRETHREN. 

You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
But  God  for  your  sakes  sent  me  here." 

3  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charged  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 

Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up. 
"  Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  housholds  maintain  ? 

O  this  is  a  brother  indeed  V^ 

4i  Thus  dragged  by  my  conscience  I  came, 

And  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord  : 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame. 

Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
At  first  he  look'd  stern  and  severe. 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart  i 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence,  "  Thou  cursed  depart,'^ 

•^  But  oh  !  what  surprise  when  he  spoke, 
While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face  : 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erwhelin'd  and  confounded  by  grace, 
^oor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 
"y  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain  5 


LONGING  AFTER  CHRIST.  3rSl 

But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

I  am  Jesus  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd, 

And  crucifyM  often  afresh  ; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteemed 

Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh. 
My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply ; 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

Go  publish  to  sinners  around. 

That  they  may  be  willing  to  come. 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found. 

And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room. 
Oh,  sinners,  the  message  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend ; 
But  come,  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus,  our  brother  and  friend. 

325.     The  Coll.    P.  M.     8  of  8.     ,5. 
Longing  after  Christ, 

I  LONG  to  behold  him  array'd 
With  glory  and  light  from  above  3 
The  King  in  his  beauty  displayed, 
His  beauty  of  holiest  love  : 


333  FUNERAL  HYMN. 

I  languish  and  die  to  be  there, 
Where  Jesus  hath  iix'd  his  abode, 

O  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God. 

2  With  him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand, 

(For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word) 
The  breadth  of  ImmanueFs  laud 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord  : 
But  when  on  thy  bosom  reclin'd, 

Thy  faee  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  Heaven  of  Heavens  in  thee  ! 

3  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove  : 
Physician  of  souls,  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give. 
And  then  from  the  body  set  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

326.    The  Coll.     w3. 
A  Funeral  Hymn, 

1     AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
-^  No  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair ; 


FUNERAL  HYMN.  833 

Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 
Can  with  a  dead  body  compare ; 

With  solemn  delight  I  survey 

The  corpse  when  the  spirit  is  fled, 

In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead. 

S  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  bis  mind  ; 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 

The  w^earisome  body  behind  ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  1  see ; 
No  longer  in  misery  now. 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again : 
No  anger  henceforward  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay, 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame. 

And  passion  is  vanished  away. 

4  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er ; 


331«  FUNERAL  HYMN. 

This  quiet  immoveable  breast 
Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more ; 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain ; 

It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
SeaPd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  1  breathe ; 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death ; 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew 

O  might  I  this  moment  become ; 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  flesh  be  consign'd  to  the  tomb. 


FUNERAL.  335 

327,  Eights,  of  twice  3  syllables  and  2.  The  Coll.  J. 

Funeral, 

1  'ff¥OSA]NNA  to  Jesus  on  high  ! 
JBLl  Another  has  entered  his  rest ; 
Another  has  'scap'd  to  the  sky, 

And  lodged  in  Immanuel's  breast  : 
The  sonl  of  our  brother  is  gone 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above ; 
Exalted  to  Jesus's  throne  ! 

Exalted  by  Jesus's  love  ! 

S  How  happy  the  angels  that  fall 
Transported  at  Jesus's  name  ! 
The  saints,  whom  he  soonest  shall  call, 

To  share  in  the  feast  of  the  Lamb ! 
No  longer  iraprisonM  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  this  dungeon  shall  fly  ? 
.    Who  first  shall  be  summoned  away  ? 
My  merciful  God  ! — is  it  I? 

0  Jesus,  if  this  be  thy  will. 
That  suddenly  I  should  depart, 

Thy  council  of  mercy  reveal. 

And  whisper  the  call  to  my  heart : 
,  O  give  me  a  signal  to  know. 

If  soon  thou  would'st  have  jne  remove. 


336       FOR  THE  SPIRIT  OF  ADOPTION. 

And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 
And  fly  to  the  regions  of  love. 

328.     Six  Eights.     The  Coll.     J. 

1  Ijl  ATHER  (if  thou  my  Father  art) 
J-     Send  forth  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son ; 
Breathe  him  into  my  panting  heart, 

And  make  me  know  as  I  am  known, 
Make  me  thy  conscious  child,  that  I 
May  Father,  Abba  Father  cry. 

ft  0  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 
Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest ; 
But  fix  in  me  his  constant  home, 

And  keep  possession  of  my  breast, 
And  make  my  soul  his  lov'd  abode, 
The  temple  of  th'  indwelling  God  ! 

3  Come  Holy  Ghost  my  soul  inspire. 

Attest  that  1  am  born  again  ; 
Come  and  baptize  me,  Lord,  with  fire, 

Nor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain : 
0  grant  the  sense  of  sin  forgiven, 
O  grant  the  earnest  of  my  Heaven. 

4  O  give  the  indisputable  seal. 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine  ! 


THE  PAUDONiNG  GOD.  337 

That  powerful  stamp  1  long  to  feel, 

The  signature  of  love  divine ; 
0  shed  it  in  ray  heart  abroad, 
Fulness  of  love,  of  Heav'n,  of  God  I 

329.     Six  Eights.    President  Davies.     J. 

The  Pardoning  God, 
1   iTI  REAT  God  of  wonders  !  all  thy  ways 
^^   Are  matchless,  Godlike  and  divine ; 
But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  grace 

More  Godlike  and  unrivall'd  shine. 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 

S  Crimes  of  such  horror  to  forgive, 

Such  guilty  daring  worms  to  spare, 
This  is  thy  grand  prerogative. 

And  none  shall  in  the  honour  share. 
Who,  &c. 

o  Angels  and  men,  resign  your  claim 
To  pity,  mercy,  love  and  grace ; 
These  glories  crown  Jehovah's  name, 
With  an  incomparable  blaze. 
Who,  &c. 

4:  In  wonder  lost  with  trembling  joy, 
We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God;, 

Ff 


338  JOINING  THE  CHURCH, 

Pardon  for  crimes  of  deepest  die, 
A  pardon  bought  with  Jesus'  blood. 
Who,  &e. 

5  0  may  this  strange,  this  matchless  grace^ 
This  God-iike  miracle  of  love, 

Fill  the  wide  earth  with  grateful  praise, 
And  all  th'  Angelic  Hosts  above. 

Who  is  a  pardoning  Grod  like  thee  ? 

Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 

350.     P.  M.     G  of  8.     The  Coll.     j3. 
Joining  the  Church. 

1  "ini^ELCOME,  thou  well  belov'd  of  God, 
T  ¥     Thou  heir  of  grace  redeem'd  by 
blood ; 
Welcome  with  us  thine  hand  to  join, 
As  partner  of  our  lot  divine : 
Abundant  blessings  from  above, 
Give  him,  we  pray,  thou  God  of  love, 

S  With  us  the  pilgrim's  state  embrace ; 
We're  traveling  to  a  blissful  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  above, 
The  radiant  throne,  the  seat  of  love. 
The  Holy  Ghost  that  knows  the  way^ 
Conduct  thee  on  from  day  to  day  ! 


TRUSTING    IN    COD.  339 

3  The  staff  of  promise  now  receive, 
Thy  weary  footseps  to  relieve, 
The  chief  support  the  traveler  knows, 
Leaniug  on  which  he  forward  goes. 
Thus  if  for  rest  thy  spirits  call, 
Leaning  on  which  he  cannot  fall. 

J^  With  peace,  with  ceaseless  peace  be  shod, 
The  shoes  of  peace  receive  of  God  ; 
These  keep  from  pain  the  pilgrim's  feet, 
And  make  the  rugged  way  seem  sweet. 
So  Sion's  paths  shall  ever  prove 
The  paths  of  joy,  aud  peace  and  love. 

5  Thus  onwa.'d  move  with  upright  pace ; 
Steadfast  pursue  the  gospel  race  : 
Fiii'd  with  the  power  of  truth  divine, 
Prove  all  the.  strength  of  Jesus  thine. 
Commissiou'd  augels  soon  shall  come. 
And  waft  thee  to  thy  wish'd  for  home. 


;31.     P.  M.     6  of  8.  (Ps.  146.)     d. 
Trustins  in  God. 


1  A 


LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath' 
Vnd  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death 
Prai«f»  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  he  past. 


31-0  TUUSTIKG    IN    GOD. 

While  life,  and  thought^  and  being  last. 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
Princes  must  die,  and  turn  to  dust : 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood  : 
Their  breath  departs^  their  pomp  and 

power, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train, 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  : 
He  saves  the  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well ; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  0  Zion  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 


THE    BOOK    OF   NATURE.  34:1 

332.    Proper  Metre.    6  of  8.     (Ps.   19.)     d. 
The  Book  of  JV'ature. 

1  g^  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'ns  well  ordered 
^-^         frame, 

Declares  the  glory  of  thy  name ; 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine, 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundless  power  and  skill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wisdom  read  ; 
With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praise, 

And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 

8  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run. 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  sun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice ; 
The  sun,  like  some  young  bridegroom 

drest. 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 
Rolls  round  &  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4?  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beams  abroad. 
He  smiles;  and  speaks  his  Maker  God  : 

r  f  2 


PRAISING    GOD. 


All  nature  joins  to  shew  thy  praise ; 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  shines ; 
Fair  as  the  book  of  Nature's  lines ; 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  Grace. 

333.     Six  Eights.    Greenfield  Tune.    (Ps.  96.)  J". 

1  "jr  ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
-»-^  To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise, 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name  ; 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nation  shew, 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

S  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word ; 

The  nations  have  Jehovah  known  : 
Our  worship  shall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made, 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  Globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  i 


THE   LOUD    REIGNETH.  343 

4  Come  the  great  clay,  the  glorious  hour, 

When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  pow'r, 
And  barb'rous  nations  fear  bis  name  : 

Then  shall  the  race  of  men  confess, 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness. 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

334.     10.10.     11.     11.     The  Coll.  J. 
The  Lord  reigneth. 

i  "V^JE  servants  of  God,  your  master  pro- 
-«-  claim, 

And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name; 
The  name  all  victorious  of  Jesus  extol; 
His    Kingdom  is  glorious,  and  rules 
over  all. 

5  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh,  his  presence  we  have  : 

The   great  congregation  his  triumph 

shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne  ; 
Let  all  cry  aloud  and  honour  the  Son  : 
Our  Jesus's  praises,  the  agels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship 
the  Lamb. 


eSM       FOR   THINE    IS    THE    KINGDOM. 

4  Then  let  us  adore, 
And  give  liim  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  power, 
And  wisdom  and  might  : 
All  honour  and  blessing, 
With  Angels  above  : 
And  thanks  never-ceasing, 
And  infinite  love. 

335.     10.  10.  11.  11.    The  Coll.     X 

For  thine  is  the  lCins:dom, 

1       "^E  souls  that  are  weak, 
-**-    And  helpless  and  poor. 
Who  know  not  to  speak ; 
Much  less  to  do  more : 
Lo !  here's  a  foundation 
For  comfort  and  peace  ; 
In  Christ  is  salvation  ; 
The  kingdom  is  his. 

3       Then  be  not  afraid, 
All  power  is  given 
To  Jesus  our  head, 

In  earth  and  in  Heaven ; 
Thro'  him  we  shall  conquer 
The  mightiest  foes  ? 


iOR   THINE    IS    THE   KINGDOM.       345 

Our  Captain  is  stroDger 
Than  all  that  oppose. 

His  power  from  above 

He'll  kindly  impart; 
So  free  is  his  love, 

So  tender  his  heart : 
RedeemM  with  his  merit, 

We're  wash'd  in  his  blood ; 
Renew'd  by  his  Spirit, 

We've  power  with  God. 

Thy  grace  we  adore, 

Director  divine ; 
The  kingdom  and  power 

And  glory  are  thine : 
Preserve  us  from  running 

On  rocks  or  on  shelves ; 
From  foes  strong  and  cunning, 

And  most  from  ourselves. 

Reign  o'er  us  as  King, 

Accomplish  thy  will ; 
And  powerfully  bring 

Us  forth  from  all  ill ; 
Till  falling  before  thee 

We  laud  thy  lov'd  name, 


346  THE   BURDENED    SINNER. 

Ascribing;  the  glory 
To  Grod  and  the  Lamb. 

S36.     10.  10.  11.  11.     The  Coll.    J. 

The  Burdened  Sinner. 

1      A  ^  •  ^^^^^  ^^^  I  ^^? 

-^  Or  how  be  secure? 
If  justice  pursue, 

What  heart  can  endure? 
When  God  speaks  in  thunder. 

And  mak^s  himself  known, 
The  heart  breaks  asunder, 

Tho'  harder  than  stone  ! 

S      With  terror  1  read 

My  sins'  heavy  score, 
Their  number  exceeds 

The  sand  on  the  shore : 
Guilt  makes  me  unable 

To  stand  or  to  flee ; 
So  Cain  murdered  Abel, 

And  trembled  like  me. 

3      Each  sin,  like  his  blood, 
With  terrible  cry, 
Calls  loud  iipor.  God 
To  strike  from  on  high ; 


THE    BURDENED    SINNER.  347 

Nor  can  my  repentance 

Extorted  by  fear, 
Reverse  the  just  sentence  ; 

'Tis  just  tlio'  severe. 
The  case  is  too  plain, 

I  have  my  own  choice, 
Again  and  again 

I  slighted  his  voice, 
His  warnings  neglected, 

His  patience  ahus'd, 
His  gospel  rejected, 

His  mercy  refus'd. 

And  must  I  then  go, 

For  ever  to  dwell 
In  mis-ry  and  woe, 

With 'devils  in  hell! 
O  where  is  the  Saviour 

1  scornM  in  time  past? 
His  word  in  my  favour 

Would  sa^e  me  at  last. 

Lord  Jesus  !  on  thee 

I  ventuie  co  call, 
O  look  upon  me 

The  vilest  of  all : 
For  whom  didst  thou  languish 

And  bleed  on  the  tree  ? 


Hb  PRAISING   CHRIST. 

0  pity  my  anguish, 

And  say,  "  ^Twas  for  thee.'^ 

''      A  cause  such  as  mine 

Will  honour  thy  power, 
All  hell  will  repine, 

All  Heav'n  will  adore  ; 
If  in  condemnation 

Strict  justice  takes  place, 
It  shines  in  salvation 

More  glorious  thro'  grace. 

137.     Twice  10  and  twice  11.     Rippon's  Coll.  .J. 
Praising  Christ. 
,UR  Saviour  alone, 
The  Lord  let  us  bless, 
Who  reigns  on  his  Throne, 
The  Prince  of  our  peace ; 
Who  ever  more  saves  us 

By  shedding  his  blood ; 
All  hail,  holy  Jesus, 
Our  Lord  and  our  God  ! 


We  thankfully  sing 
Thy  glory  and  praise. 

Thou  merciful  spring 
Of  pity  and  grace  : 


THE   LORD   WILL   PROVIDE.  349 

Thy  kindness  for  ever 

To  men  will  we  tell, 
And  say,  our  dear  Saviour 

Redeems  us  from  hell. 

3      Preserve  us  in  love 

While  here  we  abide  : 
O  never  remove 

Thy  presence,  nor  hide 
Thy  glorious  salvation, 
Till  each  of  us  see 
With  joy  the  bless'd  vision 
Completed  in  thee. 
358.     Twice  10   and  twice  11.      Newton.    J. 
The  Lord  will  Provide, 
Gen.  xxii.  5 — 14. 
1  npHO'    troubles  assail    and    dangers 
-■-      affright, 
Tho'  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 

unite ; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assure  us,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

%  The  birds  w  ithout  barn  and  store-house 
are  fed  : 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our 
bread  : 


350  THE    LORD   WILL   PROVIDE. 

His  saints  what  is  sitting  shall  ne'er  be 

denied. 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  "  The  Lord  will  I 

provide.^' 

3  We  all  may  like  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  cannot  be  lost ; 
Tho'  satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  scripture  engages,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

i  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abraham  of  old, 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes 

us  bold  : 
For  tho'  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  sure 

guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will 

provide. 

5  When  satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by 

faith :  [tried 

He  cannot  take  from  us,  tho'  oft  he  has 
The  heart  cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will 
provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,our  hope  is  in  vain, 

The  good  that  wq  seek,  we  ne'er  shall 
obtain  : 


REPENTANT  SINNER.  391 

But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have 
try'd,  (provide. 

This  answers  all  questions,  the  Lord  will 

7  No  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness  we 
claim, 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus'  name ; 
In  this,  our  strong  tower,  for  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

'8  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in 

view,  (through ; 

The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us 

Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our 
side,  (vide. 

We  hope  to  die  shouting,  the  Lord  will  pro- 

S39.     Twice  10  and  twice  11.     The  Coll.     J. 
Repentant  Sinner. 

1  "jn|EA.R  Jesus,  here  comes 
-»-*'   And  knocks  at  thy  door, 
A  beggar  for  crumbs, 

Distressed  and  poor  ; 
Blind,  lame  and  forsaken, 

All  rolPd  in  his  blood, 
At  last  overtaken, 

When  running  from  God, 


Sd2  REPENTANT  SINNER. 

S  To  ask  children's  bread 

I  dare  not  presume, 
But,  Lord,  to  be  fed 

With  fragments  I  come  : 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table 

O  let  me  obtain, 
For  lo,  thou  art  able 

My  wants  to  sustain. 

3  I  own  I  deserve 

No  favour  to  see, 
So  long  I  did  swerve 

And  wander  from  thee  5 
'Till  brought  by  affliction 

My  follies  to  mourn, 
Now  under  conviction 

To  thee  I  return. 

^  Great  God,  my  desert 

Is  nothing  but  death, 
And  hence  to  depart 

For  ever  in  wrath^; 
Yet,  Lord,  to  this  city 

Of  refuge  I  flee, 
O  let  thine  eye  pity 

A  sinner  like  me ! 

5  For  since  thou  hast  said. 
Thou  wilt  cast  out  nonC;, 


THE  LAST  JUDGMENT.  3il3 

That  flee  to  tb'me  aid, 

As  sinners  undone  : 
Now,  Lord,  I  am  come  as 

Condemned  to  die, 
And  on  this  sweet  promise 

I  humbly  rely. 

6  I  cannot  depart, 

Dear  Jesus,  nor  yield, 
'Till  feels  my  proud  heart 

This  promise  fulfilPd, 
That  1  may  for  ever 

A  monument  be, 
To  praise  thee,  free  Saviour 

Of  sinners  like  me. 

340.     Four  10,  and  twice  11.     (Ps.  50.)     J. 
The  last  Judgment, 

1  nj^HE  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons 

i  forth, 

Calls|the  south  nations  and  awakes  the  north : 
From  east  to  west  the  sovereign  orders  spread 
Thro' distant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  sounds  ;  hell  trembles ;  heaven 

rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful 
voices. 

G  g  2 


351  THE  LAST  JUDGMENT. 

2  No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  de- 

lay, 
His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more :  behold  the 

day! 
Behold  !  the  judge  descends  ;  his  guards  are 

nigh  ; 
Tempests  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adore 

him  : 
While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before 

him. 

3  ^  Heaven,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near ;  let  i 

all  things  come 
^  To  hear  my  sentence  and  the  sinner's  doom 
^  But   gather   first   my  saints,  (the  Judge 

commands) 
*  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  distant  | 

lands.' 
When  Christ  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful' 

passion ; 
And  shout,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your 

salvation. 

4.  ^Behold  my  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  good, 
^  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood, 
"  And  sign'd    with  all   their   names  5   the 
Greek;  the  Jew, 


GREAT  AND  PRECIOUS  PROMISES.      355 

^That  paid  the  ancient  worship  or  the  new.' 
There's  no  distinction  here,  join  all  your 

voices, 
And  raise  your  heads,  ye  saints,  for  heav'n 

rejoices. 

5  ^  Here,  saith  the  Lord,  ye  angels  spread 
their  thrones,  (sons. 

^  And  near  me  seat  my   fav'rites  and  my 
^  Come,  my  redeemed,  possess  the  joys  pre- 
pared 
^  Ere  time  began ;  'tis  your  divine  reward.' 
When  Christ  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful 

passion ; 
And  shout,  ye  saints !    he  comes  for  your 
salvation. 

341.    Elevens.     Rippon's     Coll.     J. 
Exceeding  great  and  precious  promises. 

1  *|r|"OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of 
-2^     the  Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  1 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said  ? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  in  fiealth, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abouuding  in  wealth  ; 


356         GREAT  AND  PRECIOUS  PROMISES. 

At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land  on  the  sea, 
^  As   thy   days   may   demand,   shall   thy 
strength  ever  be. 

3  ^Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dis- 

mayed, 
^Forl  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee 

aid; 
^  Pil  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand, 
^  Upheld   by    my    righteous,    omnipotent 

hand. 

4  '  When  through  the  deep  waters  T  call  4 

thee  to  go, 
'  The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
^For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to 

bless, 
^  And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

b  '  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path-wa;^ 

shall  lie, 
"^My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supi 

ply; 

^The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  de« 

sign 
f  Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to 

refine. 


JUDGMENT.  ^^57 

6  ^  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people 

'  shall  prove 
*  My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 
^And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
^  Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 
\  'borne. 

7  ^  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leau'd  for 

'  repose, 
^  I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
^  That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeav- 

*  or  to  shake, 
'  ni  never — no  never — no  never  forsake.^ 

542.     Lyric  Poems,     J. 

Judgment, 

1  "^ItTHEN  the  fierce  north  wind,  with 

▼  ▼  his  airy  forces 

Rears  up  the  Baltic  to  a  foaming  fury : 
And  the  red  lightning  with  a  storm  of  hail 
comes 
»  Rushing  amain  dow  n. 

S  How  the  poor  sailors  stand  amaz'd  and 

tremble ! 
While  the  hoarse  thunder^  like  a  bloody 

trumpet, 


398  JUDGMENT. 

JRoars  a  loud  onset  to  the  gaping  waters, 
Quick  to  devour  them. 

3  Such  shall  the  noise  be,  and  the  wild  dis- 

order, 
(Tf  things  eternal  may  be  like  these  earthly) 
Such  the  dire  terror  when  the  great  arch- 
angel 

Shakes  the  creation ; 

4  Tears  the  strong  pillars  of  the  vault  of 

Heaven, 
Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repose  of  princes ; 
See  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  arising, 
Flames  all  around  them. 

5  Hark,  the  shrill  outcries  of  the  guilty 

wretches  ! 
Lively  bright  hoiTor,  and  amazing  anguish 
Stare  thro'  their  eye-lids,  while  the  living 

warm  lies 

Gnawing  within  them. 

6  Thoughts  like  old  vultures,  prey  upon 

their  heart  strings, 
And  the  smart  twinges  when  the  eye  be- 
holds  the 


FEKSEYEBANCE.  350 

Lofty  Judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  ven- 
geance 

Rolling  afore  him. 

7  Hopeless  immortals !  how  they  scream    j 

and  shiver, 

While  devils  push   them  to  the  pit  wide- 
yawning, 

Hideous  and  gloomy,  to  receive  them  head- 
long 

Down  to  the  centre ! 

8  Slop  here  my  fancy,  (all  away  ye  horrid 
Doleful  ideas)  come  arise  to  Jesus, 
How  he  sits  Godlike  and  the  saints  around 

him^ 

Thron'd  yet  adoring. 

9  O  may  I  sit  there  when  he  comes  tri- 

umphant. 
Dooming  the  nations  !  then  ascend  to  glory, 
While  our  Hosaunas  all  along  the  passage 
Shout  the  Redeemer. 

S4S.    P.M.    Mrs.  P r.    Jl, 

Perseverance, 
1  l^OW  Christ  again  to  me  appears, 
-^^    Banishing  all  my  doubts  and  feare^ 


360  PERSEVERANCE. 

With  his  surprising  grace  ; 
He  says,  fear  not,  for  you  1  died, 
Kemove  thy  doubts,  look  in  my  side^ 
Thy  soul  with  joy  at  my  right  hand 

At  the  last  day  I'll  place. 

3  Tho'  sin  within  thee  yet  remains, 
Against  thy  will,  it's  grace  that  reigns, 

And  shall  the  conqu'ror  prove ; 
Sin,  earth  and  hell  in  vain  combine. 
To  pluck  thee  from  those  hands  of  mine 
Thou  art  secured  in  the  arms 

Of  everlasting  love. 

3  Fear  not,  though  all  the  earth  engage 
Against  thy  soul,  with  hellish  rage ; 

Pm  earth's  foundation's  prop  : 
The  government  is  laid  on  me, 
I  have  all  power  to  succour  thee ; 
Then  lean  on  my  eternal  arm, 

I'll  not  deceive  thy  hope. 

i  They  sooner  may  the  mountains  move 
Than  thee  destroy  or  change  my  love, 

Or  alter  what  I  swore. 
The  sun  and  moon  may  cease  to  shine. 
^'m  earth  and  all  therein  decline  ; 


FAITH  LOOKS  WITHIN  THE  VEIL.     361 

But  my  eternal  love  stands  firm, 
And  shall  for  ever  more. 

344.     P.M.     Mrs.  P r.     ^. 

Faith  looks  within  the  Veil. 

WHEN  I  look  up  to  Heaven, 
And  there  my  Jesus  view  ; 
When  faith  to  me  is  given, 
Those  wonders  to  pursue : 
I  cry  out,  O  amazing, 
AstonishM  at  the  sight ; 
And  ever  would  be  gazing, 
In  raptures  of  delight. 

S  There  on  a  throne  most  glorious. 
With  sweet  delight  1  see. 
Exalted  and  victorious, 
The  Man  that  died  for  me ; 
Co-equal  and  eternal, 
He'll  with  the  Father  reign ; 
And  all  his  foes  infernal 
Against  him  rage  in  vain. 

3  He  shines  through  heaven's  glad  regions 
With  such  transcendent  light. 
All  the  celestial  legions 
Are  dazzled  at  the  sight ; 
H  h 


36^      FAITH  LOOKS  WITHIN  THE  VEIL. 

With  faces  veiPd  before  him, 
Bright  cherubs  lowly  fall, 
And  joyfully  adore  him, 
As  sovereign  Lord  of  all. 

^  The  saints  with  joy  and  gladness, 
UnveiPd  before  him  stand, 
For  ever  freed  from  sadness. 
With  vict'ry  in  their  hands ; 
In  spotless  robes  adorned, 
Crowns  on  their  heads  they  wear, 
Though  once  by  sinners  scorned, 
Now  like  their  Lord  appear. 

5  They  join  their  grateful  voices, 
To  praise  the  sacred  Three, 
All  heaven  around  rejoices. 
In  sweetest  harmony ; 
To  God,  the  glorious  Father, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son, 
By  all  his  works  together, 
Be  equal  bf  nour  done. 


BEING   WITH    CHRIST.  363 

L.  M.  Doddridge.     JET. 
345.  The  Happiness  ef  being  with  C/irisf.  Phil.  i.SS* 
1  "^"^hile  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
▼  ▼   And  view  the  scene  on  either  hand, 
My  spirit  struggles  with  my  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

S  Wlitre  Jesus  dwelis  my  soul  would  be, 
And  faints  my  much  lov'd  Lord  to  see, 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  heart. 
For  ^is  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  envoys,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home  : 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own. 

4  That  blissful  interview,  how  sweet ! 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ! 
Raised  in  his  arms,  to  view  his  face. 
Thro'  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace  ! 

5  As  with  a  seraph's  voice  to  sing  ! 
To  fly  as  on  a  cherub's  wing ! 
Performing  with  unerring  hands. 
The  present  Saviour's  high  commands. 

6  Yet  with  these  p^spects  full  in  sight. 
We'll  want  ihy  signal  for  the  flight ; 
For  while  thy  service  we  pursue, 
We  find  a  heaven  begun  below. 


APPENDIX. 


Hymn  1.    P.  M.    Toplady's  Coll.     H, 

The  Christianas  Spiritual  Voyage, 

1  1|"ESUS,  at  th  j  command, 
q9  I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep ; 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise  ; 

My  compass  is  thy  Word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  T  have  such  a  Lord  ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

S  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
Through  all  my  passage  lie. 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye ; 
My  anchor,  Hope,  shall  firm  abide. 
And  ev'ry  boist'rous  storm  outride. 

4  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie. 
And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 


CHRIST  THE  AWAKENED,  &c.  365 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh. 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss; 
For  more  the  treach-rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace ; 
Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven,  my  destin'd  place  ! 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I'll  find. 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

2.     P.  M.     ^. 

Christ  the  awakened  Sinner^s  trust. 

I  EAR  Lord,  remember  me, 
A  sinner  weak  and  vile, 
Full  of  impiety. 

And  fraught  with  sin  and  guile ; 
I  cannot  hope  but  in  thy  blood  ; 
Remember  me,  O  Lord,  for  good. 

Unable  to  depend 

In  nature,  strength  and  power, 
Jesus,  my  soul  befriend. 

Teach  me  to  trust  thee  more ; 
Save  me  from  sin  and  all  its  smart, 
O  save  me  from  my  treach'rous  heart, 
'Tis  true,  dear  Lord,  I  am 

A  sinner,  vile  indeed. 
Yet  hoping  in  the  Lamb, 

Who  deign'd  for  such  to  bleed  ; 
And  while  the  spirit  seals  my  heart, 
Mv  soul  believes  v/e  ne'er  shall  part. 
H  h  2 


356        Christ's  presence^  &c, 

4  Christ  ever  will  defend 

The  people  of  his  choice ; 
He  loves  them  without  end, 

And  in  them  doth  rejoice ; 
For  them  he  shed  his  precious  bloody 
And  will  present  tliem  all  to  God. 

3.    Eights. 

Christ's  Presence  the  Sainfs  Joy. 

i  ^If  OW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
JIJL  When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds  and  sweet  flowers, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  : 
The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim. 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gaj ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom. 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice : 
I  would,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  io  happy  as  I, 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year, 

5  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 
Myall  to  his  pleasure  resign'd. 
No  changes  of  season  or  place. 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 

/     While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 


DIVINE    USE    OF   MUSIC.  867 

The  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Now,  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 
Where  winters  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

4, 

Divine  Use  of  Music, 

1  "STJI  NLISTED  in  the  cause  of  sin,  why  should  ^ 
j12j6         good  be  evil  ? 

Music,  alas,  too  long  has  been,  press'd  to  obey 

the  devil ; 
Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light  they  lie,  met  to  their 

soul's  undoing,       ^ 
Widen'd  and  strew'd  is  all  the  way,  down  to  eter* 

nal  ruin. 

2  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise,  innocent  sound 

recover. 
Fly  on  tlie  prey,  and  take  the  prize,  plunder  the 

carnal  lover ; 
Strip  him  of  ev'ry   moving  strain,   ev'ry  melting 

measure, 
Music  in  virtue's   cause  retain,  rescues  the  holy 

pleasure . 


S68  DIVINE    USE    OF   MUSIC. 

3  Come,  let  us  see  if  Jesu's  love  will  not  as  well 

inspire  us, 

This  is  the  theme  of  those  above,  this  upon  earth 
shall  fire  us : 

Lo,  if  your  hearts  are  tun'd  to  sing,  is  there  a  sub- 
ject greater  ? 

Harmony  all  her  strains  may  bring,  Jesus's  name 
is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  Music  is,  this  is  the  noblest 

passion ; 

Jesus's  name  is  life  and  peace,  happiness  and  sal- 
vation ; 

Jesus's  name  can  raise  the  dead»  shew  us  our  sins 
forgiven, 

Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace,  carry  us  up  to 
heaven. 

5  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  has,  let  him  in  God 

be  merry, 
Let  him  sing  psalms,  the  Spirit  says,  constant  and 

never  weary, 
Offer   his   sacrifice   of  praise,  hearty   and  never 

ceasing, 
Spiritual  songs   and  anthems  raise,  honour  and 

thanks  and  blessing, 

6  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join,  triumph  in  his 

salvation 
Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine,  worship  and  adora- 
tion : 
Heaven  already  is  begun,  open  to  each  believer, 
Only  believe,  and  still  sing  on,  and  heaven       jurs 
for  ever. 


CHRISTMAS    HYMN ALARM.  369 

5.    Particular  Metre. 
A  Christmas  Hymn. 

1  TTITHERye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  oftri- 
■*-■-     umph, 

To  Bethlehem  go  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet : 
To  you  this  day  is  born  a  Prince  and  Saviour. 
01  O  come  and  let  us  worship, 
O!  come  and  let  us  worship, 
O  !  c6me  and  let  us  worship,  at  his  feet. 

2  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angels, 
Let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat; 
Unto  our  God  be  glory  in  the  highest; 

O!  come,  &c. 

3  O  !  Jesus  for  such  wondrous  condescension, 
Our  praise  and  reverence  are  an  oifering  due  ; 
Now  is  the  word  made  flesh  and  dwells  among  us ; 

O !  come,  &c. 

6.    7,  6. 

Alarm, 

1   ^TOP,  poor  sinner  !  stop  and  think 
^   Before  you  farther  go  ! 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
Once  again  I  charge  you,  stop! 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware,  you'll  drop, 
Into  the  burning  lake  I 


370  ALARM. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God  r 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 
When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim. 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Pale-fac'd  death  will  quickly  come 

To  drag  you  to  his  bar, 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  ; 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 
Sins  of  a  blood -crimson  dye. 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass  ; 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 
Tho'  they  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know ; 
Tho'  his  arm  is  lifted  up,    • 

He  will  forbear  the  blow. 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 
Sinners  he  invites  to  come : 


BELIEVER'S  HIDING  PLACE  3/1 

None  who  come,  shall  be  denied, 
He  sajs  there  still  is  room. 

7,       Long  Metre. 

Th^  Believer^ s  hiding  Place, 

1  O  AIL  sovereign  love  that  first  began 
-*^    The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 
Hail  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace. 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place, 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high ; 
Despis'd  the  promise  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

EnwrapM  in  dark  Egyptian  night. 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light : 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

But  lo  !  the  eternal  council  rang, 
Almighty  love  arrest  the  man  : 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew. 
But  justice  cried  with  frowning  face. 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy  for  my  soul  appeared  ; 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasant  pace. 
To  Jesus  Christ  my  hiding  place. 


37^  REGIONS    OF   LOVE. 

7  Should  storms  of  seven-fold  thunder  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunderbolt  shall  daunt  my  face. 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8  On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell ; 

That  might  have  crush'd  a  world  to  hell ; 

He  bore  it  for  his  chosen  race,  / 

And  thus  became  a  hiding  place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  years  at  most. 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast ; 
When  I  shall  sing  a  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 

8.  Particular  Metre. 

Regions  of  Love,  J 

1  "OROM  the  reigions  of  love,  lo  !  an  angel  de- 
-*-        scended, 

And  told  the  strapge  news,  how  the  babe  was  at- 
tended. 
Go  shepherds  and  visit  this  wonderful  stranger. 
See,  yonder  bright  star  shews  your  God  in  a 
manger. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchas'd  our 

pardon, 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

S  Glad  tidings  I  bring  unto  you  and  each  nation. 
Glad  tidings  of  joy,  now  behold  your  salvation  ; 
Then  sudden  a  multitude  rais'd  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer  while  heaven  rejoices. 

Hallelujah,  he. 


THE  VOICE    OF   FREE    GRACE.  373 

3  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  be  given, 
Now  glory  to  God  is  echoM  from  heaven, 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation  and  glory. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  0  Jesus  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  conquer  with  love,  and  make  it  victorious  ; 
Thy  banner  unfurl,  let  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  their  free  Saviour,  their  God  and  de- 
fender. Hallelujah,  &c. 

6  In  raptures  1  burn  with  delight  and  desire. 
Such  love  so  divine  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire  ; 
Around  the  bright  tlirone  hosannas  aie  ringing. 
0  when  shall  I  join  them  and  ever  be  singing. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

6  Lord  hasten  the  day  when  my  fight  shall  be  over* 
My  faith  turn'd  to  joy  to  behold  my  sweet  lover ; 
O  banish  my  fear,  bring  me  safe  over  Jordan, 
To  a  land  without  tears  that  I  never  y«t  trod  on. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

9.    Particular  Metre. 

The  Voice  of  Free  Grace, 

i  'T'HE  voice  of  free  grace,  cries  escape  to  the 
-■-         mountain. 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  has  open'd  a  fountain : 
For  sin  and  transgression  and  every  pollution. 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  plenteous  redemption. 
Hallelujah^  <5*c.  as  in  the  last  hymn, 
I  i 


3'/'J<  WE    MUST    BE    BORN    AGAIN. 

2  This  fountain  so  free  is,  that  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jesus's  side  flows  full  plenteous  redemption, 
Tho'  sins  were  increased  as  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 

S  0  Jesus  ride  on  then,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  death  and  hell,  thou'lt  make  us  victo- 
rious ; 
Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd  in  the  great  congrega- 
tion. 
And  saints  shall  rejoice  in  ascribing  salvation. 

4  When  we  stand  on  Mount  Zion,  having  gain'd 
The  bless'd  sho^e, 

With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him  e vet- 
more  ; 

AVe  will  r^nge  the  bless'd  fields  on  the  banks  of 
the  river. 

And  sing  hallelujah's  for  ever  and  ever.  Hal.  &Co 

10. 

TFe  must  be  born  again, 

I    A  WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
-^  My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found. 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  with  anguish  slain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again,  ^ 

Or  sink  in  endless  woe. 

^  Amaz'd  I  stood,  and  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell. 
For  death  and  hell  drew  near  : 


WE    MUST    BE    BORN    AGAIN.  37^ 

1  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 
Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

Then  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  : 
This  fearful  truth  I.  found  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Oppressed  my  troubled  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load  : 
Alas  !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
But  when  I  found  this  still  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Nazareth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain. 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  loye. 


376  we'll  do  thee  good. 

11.     Sevenss. 

WeHl  do  thee  Good. 

1  Tj^  VERY  kindred,  every  name, 

•^   That's  oppress'd  with  guilt  and  shame. 
Come  to  Jesu's  streaming  blood, 
Go  with  us,  we'll  do  thee  good. 

2  We  are  Baptists  call'd  by  name, 
Trav'ling  home  to  God  the  Lamb, 
If  you're  panting  for  his  blood, 
Go  with  us,  we'll  do  thee  good. 

3  Let  not  conscience  you  delay, 
But  march  off,  while  it  is  day. 
Fearless  be  of  death's  cold  flood. 
Go  with  us,  we'll  do  thee  good. 

4  We  have  got  a  captain  dear, 
W^ho  will  all  our  sorrows  bear, 
And  he  in  our  places  stood. 
Go  with  us,  we'll  do  thee  good. 

5  If  you're  frail  and  wretched  too. 
All  our  travellers  feel  so. 

Yet  our  captain's  precious  blood, 
That  alone  will  do  us  good. 

6  And  when  we  ascend  on  high, 
AH  our  sorrows  will  be  dry. 
Come  then  sinners,  stem  the  flood, 
Go  with  us,  we'll  do  you  good. 


THE   PETITION    ANSWERED.  377 

12.    Long  Metre. 
The  Petition  answered. 

IASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

'Tvvas  he  that  tauglit  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer ; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 
I  hopM  that  in  some  favoured  hour, 
At  once  he'd  grant  me  my  request. 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  power 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart. 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe, 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

Lord  !  why  is  this  }  I  trembling  cried, 
"Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ? 
'Tis  in  this  way,  the  Lord  replied, 
I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 

These  inward  trials  I  employ 
From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free. 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  worldly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me. 
ii2 


378  IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 


IS.    Long  Metre.    Madan's  Coll.    U. 

Imputed  Righteousness, 

ESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea : — 
"  Jesus  hath  liv'd  and  died  for  me." 

3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
While  through  thy  blood  absolv'd  I  am, 
From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  shame. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  sinners  !  thee  proclaim, 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
Ko  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

6  0!  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice, 
Bid,  Lord,  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice, 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 


MELCHIZEDECK  A  TYPE  OF  CHRIST.       3/9 

14.     Common  Metre.    Cennick.    H, 
^Melchizedeck  a  Type  of  Christ 

IHOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 
We  love  to  hear  of  thee ; 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  O  let  us  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy  to  us  speak, 
And  in  our  Priest  we  will  rejoice.. 
Thou  great  Melchizedeck. 

3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay, 
We'll  sing  our  Jesu's  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud. 

With  all  thy  favour'd  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud. 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

15.    Common  Metre.     Newton,    ff. 
The  name  of  Jesus. 

1  TJOW  sweet  the  nam.e  of  Jesus  sounds 
J-*-  In  a  believer's  ear  ! 

It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul. 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 


380  THE  FOUNTAIN  OPENED. 

3  Dear  name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding  place, 
Mj  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

16.    Common  Metre.    Cowper.    U* 

The  Fountain  opened, 

i  rgnHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
JL    Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

S  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away, 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
'Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  'till  I  die. 

5  But  when  this  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 


THE  GOOD  SHEPHERD.  381 

17.     Eights.    H. 

The  good  Shepherd. 
¥TOW  safe  and  how  happy  are  they, 
•"-■■  Who  on  the  good  Shepherd  rely  ! 
He  gives  them  out  strength  for  their  day, 
Their  want  he  will  surely  supply. 

He  ravens  and  lions  can  tame, 
All  creatures  obey  his  command ; 

Then  let  me  rejoice  in  his  name, 
And  leave  all  my  cares  in  his  hand. 

18.     Common  Metre.     Watts.     H. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer, 

1  TILUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
-»-     We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (0,  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

W^ith  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  0  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 


SS2  ABSENCE  OF  CHRIST. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

19.     Sevens.     Is.  xl.  29.     JET. 

1  CON  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant, 
^   Still  supply  my  ev'ry  want. 
Tree  of  life  !  thine  influence  shed, 
With  thy  sap  my  spirit  feed. 

2  Tend'rest  branch,  alas  !  am  I, 
Wither  without  thee,  and  die  ; 
Weak  as  helpless  infancy, 

O  confirm  my  soul  in  thee  ! 

3  Unsustain'd  by  thee,  I  fall. 

Send  the  strength  for  which  I  call ! 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed, 
Help  I  ev'ry  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend, 
Love  me,  save  me,  to  the  end  ! 
Give  me  the  continuing  grace, 
Take  the  everlasting  praise. 

20.     Short  Metre.     H. 

Absence  from  Christ. 

I  T|EAR  Lord,  attend  my  pray'r, 
'*-^   And  all  my  wants  relieve; 
Come  to  my  heart,  and  dwell  thou  there, 
That  thou  in  me  may'st  live. 


ABSENCE  OF  CHRIST.  383 

2  In  weakness  I  draw  nigh 

Unto  the  throne  of  grace, 
Answer  the  sinner's  mournful  cry, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  peace. 

3  Thou  read'st  my  naked  breast, 

For  liberty  I  groan, 
I  sigh  in  th^,  my  Lord,  to  rest, 
And  worship  thee  alone. 

4  Fain  would  I  hate  my  sin. 

And  ponder  on  thy  love, 
'Till  all  be  sanctified  within, 
And  my  whole  heart's  above. 

5  If  trials  vex  my  soul, 

Close  to  thy  wounds  I'll  flee; 
No  refuge  can  I  elsewhere  find, 
No  refuge  but  in  thee. 

6  To  thee  I  recommend 

My  poor  and  trembling  soul, 
On  thee  for  future  grace  depend, 

Who  art  my  all  in  all.  : 

21.     8  and  7.     //. 

1  TESUS  I  thou  art  all  compassion, 
•*  Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art. 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  longing  heart ! 
Breathe,  O  breathe,  thy  loving  spirit. 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast, 
JiCt  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest. 


384   god's  unchangeable  love. 

2  Come,  Almighty,  to  deliver. 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thine  hosts  above  ; 
Pray  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 

3  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restor'd  by  thee ! 
Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 

'Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
'Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

22.     P.M.    H, 

God^s  unchangeable  Love. 

1  f\  My  distrustful  heart, 

"  How  small  thy  faith  appears  ! 
But  greater.  Lord,  thou  art. 

Than  all  my  doubts  and  fears  : 
Did  Jesus  once  upon  me  shine  ? 
Then  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine. 

2  Unchangeable  his  will. 

Though  dark  may  be  my  frame. 
His  loving  heart  is  still 

Eternally  the  same ; 
My  soul  through  many  changes  goes  : 
His  love  no  variation  knows. 


LOVEST  THOU  ME  ?  385 

Tliou,  Lord,  wilt  carry  on 

And  perfectly  perform 

The  work  thou  hast  begun 

In  me,  a  sinful  worm  ; 
'Midst  all  my  fears,  and  sin  and  woe? 
Thy  spirit  will  not  let  me  go. 

The  bowels  of  thy  grace 

At  first  did  fretly  move  : 

I  still  shall  see  thy  face, 

And  feel  that  God  is  love ! 
Myself  into  thy  arms  I  cast, 
Lord,  save,  O  save  my  soul  at  last. 

23.     C.  M.     Doddridge.    H. 

Lovest  thou  me  ?    John  xxi,  15. 

1  TTIO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 

"  Behold  my  heart,  and  see, 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love ; 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy. 
When  Jesus  cannot  love. 

Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear ; 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound* 

My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

Hast  thou  a  Lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
K  k 


386     THE  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 

Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thj  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  mine  ardent  spirit  vie 

With  angels  round  the  throne, 
To  execute  thy  sacred  will. 
And  make  thy  glory  known  ? 

6  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honour  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

7  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord, 

But  oh !  1  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

24.    P.M.    Doddridge.     H. 

The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  ""^/^ES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 

K     The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 

And  o'er  hellish  foes 

High  rais'd  his  conqu'ring  head  : 
In  wild  dismay  the  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground,  and  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet. 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ;  < 

Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day  to  Jesu's  Tomb. 


AN  APPROACH  TO  THE  MEttCY  SEAT.     38? 

Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear  : 

Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

"What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say,  "  Jesus  who  bled 
"  Hath  left  the  dead  ;  he  rose  to-day." 

Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 

Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell ; 

And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported  cry,  "  Jesus  who  bled 
"  Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 

5       All  hail !  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood  I 
Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd. 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 
With  thee  we  rise,  with  thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain  beyond  the  skies. 

25.     Common  Metre.     Gadsby's  Coll.     IT, 
Jin  approach  to  the  Mercy  Seat, 

1  A   PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 
Jl\_  Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  called'st  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  satan  sorely  press 'd, 


388  THE  MIDNIGHT  CRY. 

By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  him  "  thou  hast  died." 

5  0  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

26.    P.M.     Toplady's  Coll.    H. 
The  Midnight  Cry, 

1  XTE  virgin  souls  arise, 

-■-    With  all  the  dead  awake, 

Unto  Salvation  wise. 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take  : 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  your  heavenly  Bridegroom  nigh. 

2  He  comes,  he  comes  to  call 
The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 
Who  mete  for  glory  are  ; 

Make  ready  for  your  free  reward. 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Go  meet  him  in  the  sky, 
Your  everlasting  Friend  ; 
Your  head  to  glorify. 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. 

Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 


THE  JOY  OF  FAITH.  389 

Ye,  that  have  here  receiv'd 

The  unction  from  above, 

And  in  his  spirit  liv'd. 

And  thirsted  for  his  love  ; 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride ; 
Rejoice  with  all  tlie  sanctified. 

•       Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 
Of  that  great  day  unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 
To  stand  before  his  throne ; 
Call'd  to  partake  the  marriage  feast, 
And  lean  on  our  Immanuel's  breast. 

5      The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saints  receive, 

Above  those  angel -powers 

In  glorious  joy  to  live  ; 
Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin, 
"With  God  eternally  shut  in. 

7      Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound. 

To  see  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  watching  found ! 
Enrob'd  in  righteousness  divine, 
In  which  the  Bride  shall  ever  shine. 

27.     C.  M.     H, 

The  Joy  of  Faith.     1  Pet.  i.  8. 

1   TOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
In  nature's  barren  soil ; 
K  k  2 


390     PRAYER  FOR  THE  DIVINE  BLESSING, 

All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

3  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine, 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable!  divine! 

4  These  are  the  joys  that  satisfy, 

And  sanctify  the  mind. 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

5  No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot, 

But  since  you  are  the  Lord's, 
Resign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 
Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 

28.     P.M.     Gadsby.    H, 

Prayer  for  the  Divine  Blessing. 

1  rjNCE  more,  dear  God  of  grace, 
Thine  earthly  courts  we  tread  j 

We  come  to  see  thy  face, 

And  banquet  with  our  head. 
We  long,  we  faint,  we  pant  for  thee, 
And  hope  that  with  us  thou  wilt  be. 

2      Though  base  and  vile  we  are. 
Nor  goodness  have  to  bring  5 


DESIRING  TO  HONOUR  THR  LORD.     391 

We  cannot  well  despair, 

While  Jesus  is  our  king. 
He  welcomes  all  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Upon  his  grace  to  come  and  feast. 

With  Christ  we  would  be  fed, 

By  faith  upon  him  live, 

We  wish  no  other  bread, 

And  thou  hast  this  to  give  : 
Lord,  fill  us  well  with  this  rich  food. 
And  let  us  drink  thy  precious  blood. 

29.     8,7.     Gadsby.     H. 

Desiring  to  honour  the  Lord. 

tESUS,  mighty  God  and  Saviour, 

Lead  me  forth  by  thy  right  hand, 
And  be  it  my  fix'd  endeavour. 
To  obey  thy  sweet  command  5 

Let  me  never 
At  a  trifling  distance  stand. 

^  Guide,  0  guide  me  by  thy  spirit, 
Leave  me  not  to  walk  alone ; 
And  by  faith  may  I  inherit 
The  eternal  Three  in  One  ; 

And  with  boldness 
Make  thy  matchless  wonders  known. 

3  May  my  soul  be  sweetly  filled, 
Witii  the  treasures  of  my  God  ; 
And  my  tongue  be  rightly  skilled 
To  proclaim  thy  truth  abroad  ; 


39S  GOSPEL  INVITATION. 

And  with  pleasure, 
God's  eternal  love  record. 

SO.     S.M.     Gadsby.    H. 
Gospel  Invitation, 

1  j^OME,  whosoever  will, 

^  Nor  vainly  strive  to  mend ; 
Sinners  are  freely  welcome  still. 
To  Christ  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  The  guilty,  vile  and  base. 
The  wretched  and  forlorn, 

Are  welcome  to  the  feast  of  grace. 
Though  goodness  they  have  none. 

3  No  goodness  he  expects. 
He  came  to  save  the  poor ; 

A  helpless  soul  he  ne'er  neglects, 
Nor  sends  them  from  his  door. 

4  His  tender,  loving  heart 
The  vilest  will  embrace  ; 

And  freely  to  them  will  import 
The  riches  of  his  grace, 

'§      This  Saviour  suits  me  well, 
And  I'll  his  grace  adore  ; 
He  sav'd  my  soul  from  death  and  helj. 
And  fix'd  my  standing  sure. 


n\]i  JOY  OF  CONVERSION.  393 


51.    P.M.    H, 

The  Joy  of  Conversion, 

f\  !  How  happy  are  they 
^^  Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

Who  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ; 
Tongue  can  never  express, 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 

Of  a  soul  in  his  earliest  love. 

That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  Saviour  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  j 

When  my  heart  did  believe, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd; 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name. 

'Twas  a  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know, 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

The  gWk  story  repeat. 
And  the  Saviour  of  sinners  adore. 

Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 

Was  my  joy  and  my  song ; 
0  !  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ; 

"  He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried. 

He  hath  suifer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me." 

On  the  wings  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above, 


894  Christ's  work  and  righteousness. 

All  my  sin,  my  temptation  and  pain; 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  1  ever  should  suffer  again, 

6  Then  I  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat ; 

My  glad  sou)  mounted  higher,  c 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O !  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  heavenly  delight. 

Which  I  found  in  his  life-giving  blood; 

Of  my  Sayiour  possessed 

I  was  perfectly  hless'd, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

32.     P.  M.     Gadsby.     H, 
ChrisVs  Work  and  MMeousness. 


HE  work  of  Christ  I  sing, 


T 

-■-    And  glory  in  his  name. 
Immortal  life  to  bring, 
The  Lord  of  glory  came  ; 
He  gave  himself  for  wretched  me^ 
And  sets  my  soyl  at  liberty. 

He  magnified  the  law, 
And  made  an  end  of  sin, 
Without  a  single  flaw, 
A  righteousness  brought  in, 


CHRIST  OUR  STRENGTH  IN  WEAKNESS.    305 

Come,  mourning  souls,  in  Jesus  trust. 
His  righteousness  makes  sinners  just. 

55.     L.  M.     Watts.    H, 

Christ  our  Strength  in  Weakness. 

1  T  ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
-■-^  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day  5 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufl&cient  grace. 

9  I  glory  in  infirmity, 
That  Christ's  own  pow'r  may  rest  on  me 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong ;  , 

Grace  is  my  shield  and  Christ  my  song. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
AH  suiF'rings  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  sustains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone  ; 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise, 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

34.     L.  M.     Watts.     //. 

Retirement  and  Meditation. 

1  "VJ^Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
-^^  A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  1  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 


396        RETIREMENT  AND  MEDITATION. 

2  Why  should  my  passion  mix  with  earth. 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth ; 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence  5 
I  would  obey  thy  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn  5 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


SINNER^S  PORTION  AND  SATNT's  HOPE.  397 

35.    Long  Metre.    Watts.     H. 

Sinner^s  portion  and  saint^s  hope. 

1  T  ORD,  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
■^  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  ; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join. 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lies  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  seek ;  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

5  What  sinners  value  I  resign. 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show : 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Has  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  0  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode  ! 

I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  controul 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise, 

L  1 


398     PROSPERITY  OF  THE  RIGHTEOUS. 

36.  Common  Metre.    Watts.    H, 

1  rpEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
-■-    Thou  maker  of  my  frame  ; 

I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  i  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

4  What  should  1  wish  or  wait  for  then. 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectation  vain. 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

5  Now  1  forbid  my  carnal  hope. 

My  fond  desires  recall  5 
I  give  my  mortal  int'rest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

37.  Short  Metre.     Watts.    JBT. 

Beauty  of  the  church. 

1  TJ'AR  as  thy  name  is  known, 
-*•     The  world  declares  thy  praise  5 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise. 


BEAUTY  OF  THE  CHURCH.      399 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 
On  Sion's  chosen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise. 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rights  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now, 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below> 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

38.     Common  Metre.     Watts.    H. 

1   f\  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
^^  My  loads  of  guilt  remove. 
Break  down  this  separating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

%  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace. 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 


4)00  lord's  day  morning. 

Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  mj  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  slain 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert, 

Mj  God  will  ne'er  despise ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  blest  sacrifice. 

39.     Common  Metre.    Watts.    IL 

hordes  Day  Morning. 

1  "p  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
-•-^   I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand. 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well. 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 


GOD  OUR  PORTION.  101 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  herjoys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful,  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

40.    Common  Metre.     Watts.    H, 

God  our  Portion, 

1  f^  OD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
^-^  My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up. 

When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint, 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock. 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Behold  the  sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  presence  die  ; 
1  1  3 


'lOS  GOD  OUR  VOUTIOK. 

Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

41.     Long  Metre.     Watts.     H. 

1  /jTI  RE  AT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
\Or  The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs  5 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  i];ij ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin. 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ! 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 
Bless'd  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  Thee. 


DELIGHT  IN  PUBLIC  WORSHIP.        403 

42.    P.M.     Watts.     H, 
Delight  in  Public  Worship, 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love. 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

O  happy  souls  that  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 

O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still,  and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Thro'  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

'Till  each  in  heaven  appears : 
O  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet. 

The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 

From  those  his  heart  approves, 

From  pure  and  upright  souls  : 
Thrice  happy  he,  O  God  of  hosts. 
Whose  spirit  trusts  alone  in  thee. 

43.     Long  Metre.     Watts.     H, 
Public  Worship. 
WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
'  To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 


404  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

To  shew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truths  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast  j 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

S  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grass  tliey  flourish,  'till  thy  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part. 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart. 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear  know. 
All  I  desir'd  or  wishM  below, 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

44.     Common  Metre.     Watts.     H, 
LordPs  Day. 

1  nptHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  has  made, 
-»-    He  calls  the  hours  his  own; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  thy  throne. 


405 


To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell, 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

Hosannah  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  descend  and  bring 

Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name 

To  save  a  sinful  race. 

Hosannah  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise; 

The  highest  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

45,     Common  Metre.     Watts.     H, 

Going  to  Worship. 

1  TJOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
•■-^  My  friends  devoutly  say. 

In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day. 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  : 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  shew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair, 
The  son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 


406  A   FAREWELL  HYMN. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints, 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace. 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

46.    Eights,  with  Chor. 
A  Farewell  Hymn, 

1  "pAREWELL,  my  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
-■      I  have  no  home,  nor  stay  with  you  5 

I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  can  view. 
Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  my  loving  friends 
farewell. 

2  Farewell  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 

Nor  waits  for  mortal  care  or  bliss  ; 
I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on, 

'Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is.     Farewell,  &c. 

3  Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love, 
Yet  I  believe  his  gracious  word. 
And  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

Farewell,  &c. 


aOLOMON's  SONG,  107 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  hard  and  long  for  heaven ; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  loss, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  will  soon  be  given. 

Farewell,  &c. 

5  Farewell,  je  blooming  scms  of  God; 

Sore  conflicts  jet  remain  for  you : 
But  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
'Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

Farewell,  &c. 

6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too, 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here  5 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 

0  turn,  0  turn,  0  turn,  and  find  salvation  herc> 
Farewell,  &c. 

47.    Eights,  with  chor.     Cheshunt  Tune. 
Solomon'^s  Song, 

1  nnHE  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds, 

-*-    While  o'er  the  mountain  tops  he  bounds, 
He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills. 
And  all  my  soul  with  transport  fills  : 
Gently  does  he  chide  my  stay, 
Rise  my  love  and  come  away. 

2  The  scatter'd  clouds  are  tied  at  last, 
The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  past, 
The  lively  vernal  flowers  appear. 
The  warbling  choir  enchants  the  ear. 

Now  with  sweetly  pensive  moan, 
Coos  the,  turtle  dove  alone. 


408  THE  pilgrim's  song. 


48.     Ceiinick. 

Tht  Pilgrim^s  Song. 

1  TITAYFARING  men  and  sojourners 

^*    Are  we  who  seek  the  heavenly  spheres. 

Nor  do  we  here  belong ; 
Our  certain  dwelling  place  is  where 
The  Lamb's  triumphant  host  appear, 

The  dear  Redeemed  throng. 

2  Forget  not  this,  while  here  you  sit, 
To  rest  you  at  the  Master's  feet, 

Ye  family  of  God  ; 
While  leaning  on  your  staves,  as  do 
Poor  pilgrims  who  their  home  pursue, 

When  weary  on  the  road. 

3  Our  meetings  here  are  not  our  rest . 
Provided  for  us,  but  a  taste ; 

Yet,  friends,  a  little  while, 
A  few  days  journey  more,  and  we  ^; 

Shall  Jesus  and  his  Sabbath  see, 

And  cease  from  all  our  toil. 

4  Dry  up  your  tears,  ye  weeping  host, 

Lo  K  yonder  see  is  Salem's  coast  5  £ 

There  wait  the  happy  troop  : 
The  army  of  our  brethren  there, 
Join  earnest  in  their  humble  pray'r, 

Lord  fill  thy  number  up. 

5  'Tis  but  to  stay  a  few  more  days. 
E'er  we  shall  join  their  perfect  praise, 


THE  pilgrim's  SONG.  409 


And  like  them  Christ  adore  ; 
Not  in  a  tabernacle  then, 
Nor  in  a  city  built  by  men, 

But  heaven  for  evermore. 


M  m 


110  DOXOLOGIES. 


Long  Metre. 

nnO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
-■•    And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Common  Metre. 

T  ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
-■-^  And  Spirit  be  ador'd. 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known- 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Short  Metre. 

VE  angels  round  the  throne, 
-■•    And  saints  that  dwell  below. 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


As  Greenfield. 


N 


OW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praise  and  glory  given  : 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
Ry  all  the  angels  near  the  throne. 
And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 


INDEX. 

ADDRESS  to  the  Holy  Christ  and  his  church  50 
vSpirit,         Hymn  2.  Christ's  intercession  63 
Adoring  Jesus,  260,  290.  Christ  justifies  and  sanc- 
Almost  Christian,  146.         tifies  159 
An  happy  moment,  303.  Christ's  kingdom  and  ma- 
Ascension  of  Christ,  51,      jesty  164 
Association  of  churches,  Christ  precious  58 

204,  205, 207.  Christ's  resurrection  276 

Attraction  ofthe  cross  77  Christ  the  believer's  All 

=  301 

Backslider's  prayer  279    Christ  the  only  Savr.  140 

280  Christ  our  Life  288 

Baptism  168  170  to  175    Christ  withdrawn  322 

204  Christian's  expectation  92 

Barren  fig-tree  266  Christian  happy  121 

Believer's  hope  91  Christian  Soldier  81 

Birth  of  Christ  286  Chusing  the  better  partl29 

Bleeding  Saviour  193        Clean  heart  29 
Blessed  Gospel  60  Commission  169 

Blessing  God  15  Complaint  of  ingratitude 

Blessings  of  thegospel  262     166 
Book  of  God's  word  and  Complaint    of    spiritual 

nature  7  48  sloth  112 

Book  of  nature  332  Completeness    of    Christ 

Breathing  after  heavenly       137 

things  93  Condescension  of  God  40 

Breathingafter  holiness  57Confidence  136 
Breathing  after  the  Holy  Constitution  of  a  church 

Spirit  31  194  195  196  197 

Burdened  Sinner  336       Contrition  78 
Buried    with   Christ  in  Converse  with  Christ  298 

Baptism  302  Covenant  God  264 

—  Craving  the  Spirit  18 

Ceremonial  law  268         Creation  &  providence  27 


IJSrDEX. 

Creation  and  redemption  Faith  in  Christ  our  sacri- 

42  fice  162 

=  Faith   looks    within    the 

Deadness  under  the  word      veil  344 

115  Family  worship  235  237 

Death  and  Glory  306  to  259 

Delight  in  public  worship  Fasts   and  thanksgiving 

21  219 

Desiring   assurance   of    Fasts  &  thanksgiving  for 

God's  favour  74  victory    208    309    210 

Desiring  the  divine  pres-       211213 

ence  135  Fear  not  38 

Devout  retirement  53       Finished  redemption  295 
Different  success  of  the       314 

Gospel  113  Flesh  and  Spirit  116 

Dismission  68  69  151 161  For  the  spirit  of  adoption 

165  166  167  313  338 

Distress  of  soul  157  For  thine  is  the  kingdom 

Divine  glories  and  graces      335 

180  Fountain  opened  101 

Doubting  285  Funeral  220  to  224  226 

Dying  Saviour  127  181         to  234  326  327 

?=  Funeral  thought  225  123 

Encouragement  to  wait       127 

o;!  God  54  = 

Exceeding  great  &  pre-  General  82 

cious  promises  341         Glorious  gospel  39 
Excellency  of  the  scrip-  Glory  and   grace  in  the 

tur^^s  28  person  of  Christ  134 

Exhortation  to  praise  24  God   exalted    above   all 
Exhorting  to  worship  19       praise  43 
Ezekiel  xxxvi.  26,  107      God  glorified  in  the  gos- 

—  pel  8 

Faith's  claim  261  God  our  only  happiness  73 


IJ^DEX. 

God  our  support  269         Invitation  of  Christ  17 
God's    presence   in    his  Invoking  the  Spirit  122 

house  37  Joining  the  church  330 

God's  promise  unchange-  Joyful  course  56 

able  142  Joy  of  conversion  105 

God's    reasoning    with     Joys  of  heaven  30 

men  55  Joseph  made  known  to  his 

Godly  sorrow  for  Christ's      brethren  324 

sufferings  83  Isaiah  ix.  2,  and  ch.  liii. 

Goodness  of  God  33  Judgment  308  to  311  321 

Gospel  trumpet  275  342 

Gospel  worthy  of  all  ac-  Justification  by  Christ  on- 

ceptance  32  ly  117 

Gospel  jubilee  46  ?== 

Grace  61  160  Kingdom  of  Christ  110 

~  Kingdom  of  God   not  in 

Heart  devoted   to    God       word  but  in  power  65 

141  — 

Heavenly  guest  108  Last  Judgment  340 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth  23  Law  and  gospel  144 
Heavenly  journey  287      Living  and  dead  faith  106 
Heavenly  praise  25  Longing  after  Christ  325 

Heavenly  worship  10         Longing  after  God  41 
"'ill  the  sinner's  own     Looking  upwards  34 

place  67  Lord's  day  morning  3 

Holy  boldness  11  97         Lord  is  God  47 
Holy  Ghost  155  Lord  reigneth  334 

Holy  walk  52  Lord's  supper  176  to  178 

=  183  to  185  187  to  192 

Jesus  Chri!*t  300  Lord  will  provide  338 

Immutability  of  God  45    Love    of    Christ   shed 
Inconstancy  156  abroad  in  the  heart  150 

Invitation  5  98  145  512  Love  of  Christ  8 

3LS  Love  to  God  130 

M  m  2 


IJSTDEX. 

Loving  kindness  of  God  Petition  123 

16.  Pilgrim's  song  282 

=  Poor  sinner  277  278 

Majesty  of  Christ  272       Power  and  grace  270 
Meeting  206  Praise  for  national  peace 

Mercy  and  truth  126  112 

Misimprovement  of  time  Praise  to  our  creator  20 

133  Praise  to  God  from  all 

Mysteries  of  providence       creatures  271  292 

153  Praise  to  the  Lamb  72  88 

New  year's   day  76  265  Praise  to  the  Redeemer 

291  318, 

=  Praising  God  335 

Obedience  and  death  of  Praising  Christ  3S7 

Christ  36  Praise  to  God  for  creation 

Opening  a  place  of  wor-       and  redemption  9 

ship  273  Prayer  14  100  154  ^83 

Opening  worship  263        Prayer  and  hope  111 
Ordination  198  to  203       Prayer  for  revival  3l6 
Original  and    actual  sin  Preached  word  59 

confessed  104  Preparing  for  death  123 

•—  Pressure  of  sin  103 

Panting  after  God  293      Prospect  of  heaven  makes 
Parable  of  the  sower  85  death  easy  70 

Pardoning  God  329  Providence  79 

Pardoning  grace  62  Providence  and  grace  49 

Pardon  and  rest  for  the  Public  fast  214  to  216 

weary  soul  128  132       Public  prayer  and  praise 
Pardon  &  strength  from       12 

Christ  179  Rapture  80 

Passion  and  exhaltation  Receiving  a  member  186 

of  Christ  158  Redeeming  love  289 

Perseverance  118  343       Rejoice  267 
Penitent's  prayer  294       Rejoicing  in  hope  37 


IJ^DEX. 

Relative  duties  319  Submission  96 

Remembering  our  latter  Sympathising  Saviour  114 

end  149  r= 

Renewing  grace  102  107  Thankfulness  for  mercies 
Repentance  119  35 

Repentant  sinner  339        Thanksgiving  for  victory 
Resurrection  of  Christ  64      213 

307"  Thanksgiving   (Public) 

Reverential  worship  4  217  218 

=  Trials  overcome  by  hope 

Sabbath  13  95 

Saints  dwell  iji  heaven  Tribulation  94 

131  Triumphs  of  grace  6 

Safety  in  God  75  True  experience  281 

Salvation  approaching  84  True  penitence  147 
Sanctification  sought  71    Trust  in  God  under  diffi- 
Sat«n  repulsed  14  culties  1S9  331 

Sense  of  pardon  desired  — 

122  Voice  of  Christ  284 

Seriousness  297  — 

Sinner  converted  90  297  Watchfulness  and  prayer 
Sinner's  prayer  138  89 

Song  to  creating  wisdom  Way  and  end,  righteous 

26  and  wicked  99 

Spirit,  water  and  blood  Way  to  Canaan  143 

182  Weakness  bewailed  109 

Spiritual  barrenness  296  What  think  ye  of  Christ? 
Spirituality  of  God  44  313 

Spirit  of  adoption  328        Word  of  God  more  pre- 
Stoney  heart  [14,*]  cious  than  gold  317 

Successful  resolve  66 


A  TABLE  OF  SCRIPTURES. 


Book 


Chap.        Ver. 


Hjrmn. 


tjrENESISxxii. 

14. 

338 

xly. 

3,4. 

324 

1  Samuel, 

vii. 

12. 

304 

1  Kings, 

xviii. 

20—39. 

47 

2  Kings, 

vii. 

4. 

66 

Esther, 

iv. 

16. 

66 

Psalm, 

Ixxiii. 

25. 

73 

Ixxxv. 

— 

126 

Ixxxix. 

15. 

46 

ciii. 

— 

15 

cxv. 

1. 

72 

cxxxviii. 

— 

125 

cxlv. 

._ 

141 

Isaiah, 

i. 

18, 

55 

ix. 

2. 

299 

xl. 

29. 

382 

liii. 

..^ 

420 

Iv. 

l,&c. 

98 

Ezekiel, 

xxxvi. 

36. 

107 

Amos, 

iii. 

1—6. 

209 

Zechariah, 

xiii. 

1. 

101 

Matthew, 

xi. 

28. 

17 

xiii. 

8—10. 

85 

* 

xxii. 

42. 

323 

xxvi. 

41. 

89 

xxviii. 

19. 

169 

J6hh, 

vi. 

65. 

177 

xii. 

32. 

77 

xix. 

24. 

159 

xxi. 

15. 

385 

^Acts, 

i. 

25. 

67 

TABLE  OF  SCRIPTURES. 

Acts,  xiv.         22.  94 


Romans, 

vi. 

4. 

S02 

Ephesians, 

ii. 

5. 

160 

Philippians, 

i. 

23. 

393 

iv. 

4. 

367 

1  Timothy, 

i. 

11. 

39 

2  Timothy, 

iv. 

8. 

91 

Hebrews, 

vi. 

17—19. 

142 

xiii. 

20. 

71 

1  John, 

v. 

6. 

180 

1  Peter, 

i. 

8. 

389 

Revelations, 

iii. 

20. 

128 

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